Reflection

I was always mesmerized by the color of the ocean. The different shades spoke out to me, and they made the water seem majestic and almost unreal. However, once you look close enough, you see that the ocean isn't just a striking blue mixed with greens and purples, but also brown water. I wanted the poem to convey the realization I felt when I saw how the ocean wasn't this beautiful fantasy, but water that has been dumped with eight million metric tons of trash per year and polluted over time. Personally, I never knew the extent of this issue, but after finding out, it was so much larger than I had imagined and I wanted my words to express the feelings I had upon realizing just how oblivious I had been to this problem. The ocean was never a fantastical world, but a place that was and still is in danger, seeking the help of people, the same people who are unintentionally destroying it. Even though things may have been unexpected, they happened because of our actions and we should take responsibility for fixing our mistakes. At the end of my poem, I wanted to capture the remorse of some who didn’t know the extent of the situation at hand and never meant for the waters to become the way they are now, as well as those who turn a blind eye and still act as if the ocean is a perfect mixture of blues, greens, and purples, even though it never was in the first place.