
Sunken eyes and crooked teeth,
you will never know what you mean to me,
for you took a hand and stirred my soul,
without us ever having touched.
A tidal change,
set in motion by a complete stranger.
And in that whirlpool that you created,
I caught a glimmer, a glisten
beneath the water
of an old treasure, buried deep.
I took a spade and began to wade
through the swirling waters of my soul.
I bled the sea, dug up long lost and forgotten
Parts of me.
With my spade in hand,
I found underneath that salt and in that sand,
the very essence of me:
Castaway.
About the Creator
Rachel Lightfoot
I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
https://rachellightfoot.wixsite.com/my-site
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