Driftwood

Eyes opened,
Mouth closed.
Thoughts float like driftwood on the ocean.
Things I can't explain happen,
feelings get hurt
hearts get broken.
It's like when life punches you in the gut,
you double over,
gasping,
But in reality,
you just stare out at the open
wishing you could be a piece of driftwood
floating lifelessly on the water or
lying peacefully on the sand of a beach.
You want to be dampened by the rains,
broken by the hands,
and admired by the eyes.
Driftwood,
it would be nice if you could finally
float.