If Seas Were Greater

I often say I hate the sea,
But really am drawn to see
Its crashing waves,
Its gentle love and harsh pain
That it causes me,
That it causes all to see.

Who would have ever thought
That I, such a solidly wrought
Rock of a soul,
Would be gently and impossibly
Eroded away
Beneath the loving caress of the sea?

She loves and hates
With a passion never seen
Anywhere but in her vastly 
Open seas, where she enraptures all,
To be protected, or slaughtered,
In her ruthless arms.

I don't know what it is about the sea,
But something in its terribly
Uncaring and mindless destruction
Grossly repels me.
But, like the enchantress she is,
Calls her child back into her arms,

Her sweet embrace, 
Known only by those wandering souls
That we call mad,
But instead alone see the truth,
And are left in a better place
To call us mad,

For the children of the sea
Can never lie.
Nurtured as ruthless
As their mother,
The destructive quality
Of love we will never really see.

But one should never fear the sea,
For no matter how you deserve to be
Afraid of her deathly
And bizarrely hurtful weapons
Of sorrow and pain,
At least fire never thrives in the sea.

The fire, the biting agony of burning
Anger that destroys simple folks
Like you and me,
Is a far greater weapon than
She could offer, no matter
How the fear in your heart

Screams.

No.

Fear doesn't scream, it whispers

Whispers insidious thoughts of darkness and foggy breaths of coldly sharp steel into your mind, freezing

Fear freezes

But aren't we talking about fire?

No, the fires stoked with hate are of a different stock entirely to the deathly cold freezing fear that binds up hearts and rips them to shreds

Why did I think fire was a greater weapon than fear?

Maybe I was wrong all along.
Maybe the deadliest weapon of all,
Most dangerous thought,
Is not the burning fire of hate,
Or the controlling power
Of the crushing sea.

It is already there.

You create more fear within yourself than any monstrous beast could ever inspire.

They cannot hurt you more thn you hurt yourself

You hurt yourself

The fear comes from you, not the lethal agents of death and darkness that you see in your mind,

For even they do not exist but in your own mind.

The greatest, and most dangerous, weapon of all,

Is you.