Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Abyssal Zone*

Hey guys, Doc said he missed me writing on my blog, so here is something I wrote:
sometimes I wish it were
the actual ocean
because that’s what it feels like
sometimes

it’s dark
and heavy
and the pressure increases
the deeper i sink

it’s cold
and lonely
dangerous and vast
and has the potential to kill

it’s even salty and wet
(when the tears won’t stop flowing)
sometimes i can’t seem to
get enough air

but it's not the ocean
and i don’t actually drown
no peace greets me
from a realm known for light

because i keep on fighting
to reach the surface
while the lifeguard watches me struggle
from afar

eventually i claw my way up to the beach
where the sun dries and warms me
(at least till the next high tide
drags me back under)

 Some days this is just how it is, peeps.

2 comments:

Juliana said...

Not happy that you have to feel that way, but I love the poem. Thank you to Doc for keeping you writing! We need you and your ability to make the very personal so very universal. Love you!

Anonymous said...

So sorry, Blue. But the poem! Oh, post it on the Segullah poetry board. I think it's perfect already, but those experts will help you publish it or make it even better.