The water mine
The current flows in my direction
My boat, a paper
My paddle, a pen, for keeping my direction
I, carry particles of sand with me to build a castle.
The water endless
too large to fill
nerves set in
my paddle pen slitting into my paper boat
my craft slowing becoming water logged.
Barely staying afloat
water soaking through my words
ink released into the sea
darkening the horizon
its captain, captured by the undercurrent.
Head smashed into rocks
Numbness of hands
Water filled of emptiness
Bubbles float to the air
Restricted of thought.
Washed upon land
I dreamt of the gracefulness of drowning
The soft hands
The lightness I possessed
Then, shocked to the heart emotions returned
Me, a scavenger of the journey
The result, a poem
Titled Words lost at sea : the emotions of writing –
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