Often I believe I was born from the sea
No, not Aphrodite
Maybe the salt never left me
On the days that I bleed, it leaks
It's leaks through my eyes, it leaks through me
Crashing down, falling so freely
Maybe those scars are just bite marks
Maybe I wasn't born from the sea, maybe it threw me
I feel like my body isn't mine
And I'm not even half of alive
I'm left again, unfamiliar with this place
Stranded with people, why am I invisible
The more I try the more I lose
When did my bones turn into ashes
And me, a pyre of burning wood
Maybe I buried myself, six feet in
Maybe Im lost, I just want to be six again
The mirage of me stands so clean
This prism of illusions, this prison of lies
The places I wander don't feel like I've been-
there, those same houses still look so distinct
Yesterday's sky left me, now it's raining
Words flooding me, my mouth is stitched
I open my eyes, never wanting to see
I wish someone cut me down, I wish it was that easy to drown
When I hold my head beneath the water
The ocean recalls me
It doesn't let me sink, I would pollute it
I gasp out once more but not trying to breathe
I get pushed to the shore, to try to pursue glee
Yet again I'm covered with salt and sand
I'm covered with things that never leave
I wasn't born from the ocean, it threw me.
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid words
Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
