found this in my notes today. i drafted it years ago, during a time when i was carrying more than i knew how to put into words. i never finished it back then.
today, i finally did — not from the same place of pain, but with a heart that’s happy, content, and at peace.
it’s strange how a poem can wait for you until you’re ready to write its ending.
the untamable
waves of the ocean
swallow me,
drown me,
filling my nostrils
with nothing
but uncertainty.
i am floating yet
my mind is sinking
in this dark,
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vast ocean.
i remain unable to scream,
out of breath.
clinging to a rope
that keeps me afloat,
refusing to let the water
anchor me
to the sea bed.
the current loosens
its relentless grip.
the waves
have receded,
yet
i am still drowning.
