A lapse into the sea.

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 20, 2020


You have band-aids on your arm again.
But they're not bandages, your skin
isn't in solitary confinement;
it's just taking time to heal, that's all.

You can't quarantine each and
every dangerous thought.
They form an alliance, swimming
from coast to coast, ambushing
any attempt to cross the sea,
to build a home away from toxicity.

Yet you find comfort in the hurt,
in the betrayal, though it's buried you alive
without compunction,
memories obliterated by the tide.

The day after drowning is always
a sip of delirium.
The world is colder than you knew.
Sand bites at your rolls of fat and
the sun is a myth you've busted -
a heretic, shut down for good.

Perhaps you crave the attention,
the thrill of being found,
despondent debris drifting onto shore.

Perhaps you ask for the storm
so others can see it's more than
property that can be damaged.

Is it so bad to want someone,
someone who can see why you
haven't been okay all these months,
why wounds can't patch themselves up,
why scars shouldn't be lateral lines.

The world is changing.
Boats are now at bay,
fear masks the sight of land,
the promise of a break
from a stifling setback.

If only someone would stop for you.
If only someone would meet your gaze
when you've capsized,
maybe then, you'd feel like the universe
hasn't abandoned you

yet.

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  • 4 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Gosh, MarryAnne. I'm sorry my comments suck. I'm on my phone that is the slowest phone ever. Will come back one day.

    • 4 years ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Oh, Noura! They don't suck at all. Thank you simply for reading. Means the world ^_^

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