I sit in the middle in silence,
I hold imaginary bars so I don’t crumble down
The waves start rising and slapping on the rocks
I gasp for my breath. Taking deeper and faster breaths
Darkness crawls and creeps in slowly, it’s time.
The storm begins, swaying left and right, tearing walls down.
The waves rise and fall, emotions on a high tide, cutting
deep and breaking into pieces
I can feel it flowing, gushing, healing wounds burst open.
War raging inside, SOS.. hear that cry?
Can they see? The
blood? On the calm, pretty outside?
It’s sunny, just how they like it.
Sorry, next time.
No one is around, No sound, Its cold.
Ooooh All the mean, nasty,
harsh.. and bitter words
feel like a drop in the ocean, they are soft to touch, feels
like a warm pillow
But even those I can’t hear right now, its pin drop silence
I can feel the eyes, hear the quiet breaths, hiding, waiting.
Am lost, absent, missing, sinking in the moment
The Black thing, only thing I can grab, not so strong but the only thing
in sight
Black on white , black on white, black on white
I rise and rise and rise aaaaand rise slowly.
Feet on the ground, the remains underneath messy.
The storm is calm, not really over, but its ok
One step, two step , three steps.
< clap> <clap> <clap> so strong and loud,
folded up, too much work to stretch
The whistles, Jeers, smiles…finally the fingers, shame,
heads turn the otherside.
The irony…The Audacity…….
I am free.
When drowning the only thing that brings you up is the only
thing that matters.
Salvation, People, Voices, Pens, Ropes. Look to that light.
The rest is irrelevant . Fingers, words, stick, stones… that’s
darkness, Blind that.
XO
ReNa
