Who Am I?

I seem blue because the sky makes me that way. I am wide and vast, and salty too. I’ve been on many shores, rammed into many rocks and bashed into many people too. I have life above me but even more life below me that have never been explored. I’ve been used and abused, I’ve been drank, spit in, and even used as a damp but this does not keep me from being who I have to be. I am the last resort. When the sky cries, the rivers bleed into me, the lakes overflow into me but I still take them all. But when the earth shakes and mountains vibrate I have no choice and I can’t hold it in I became a monster, I hid for a few hours but come back with strength and force and let it all out.