Anchors and Oceans
Free thoughts and social reincarnation
School is school was school will be school
books are meant for reading, will be read, have been read, will be read
people will leave
something to stay
lately my nightmares wake me up early
sleep returns me to somewhere
I know that I too will die, but I also will live
have lived
will remember living
I see scars in front of me that are left in memory
I don’t know when they were made, or when they will open
a first time, like a first bite of an apple that
I have
already bitten
Honestly, there is no confusion if you consider wool
but humans like strings that extend into a line
tied to everything, a sequence
but how can I live if I
can’t see
living
I leave my anchor on my stringed chain
I float in a fuzzy ocean
I fish for those who I thought I left at home, and I find them
again
and again
and again
What was most shocking was that they may not bob with the same face
but that too another drop
About the Creator
Noah Rodriguez
A multiracial gay med student/writer and NYC native. I believe identity is something that is creatively built, discovered, shared, and transformed, and healing can come from that.
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