hypocrisy

i'm afraid that some day
the sea will find out
that i'm terrified of her,
her vast endlessness,
her smug power and
almost-threatening kindness,
her shameless bossiness
sometimes disguised as persuasion,
her loud judgement of
my hurried retreating footsteps
when she gets handsy,
her volatile constancy, and
naked, unyielding truthfulness.

i'm terrified
that she will call me a hypocrite
for fearing her
for being the same things
i encourage other women to be.
and even more terrified
that she will be right.