A little fish in the ocean, afraid of the big fishes,
he swims around with caution, and hides behind the bushes.
He’s scared of the unknown, and what he can’t control,
but he’s not alone, and he’ll find his role.
For every fish is different, and every fish has a place,
the little fish will find his talent, and swim with grace.
So don’t be afraid little fish, you’ll find your way,
just keep swimming and make a wish,
and you’ll have a great day.
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ema
I invent stories, sometimes they need to be written.
Carpe Diem Tempus Fugit.
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar7 days ago in Feast
Comments (3)
This was amazing and adorable 😊❤️
Ema, this was so sweet and such a cute little poem. It felt like one of little nursery rhymes you might tell a child with the moral of how everyone has a place in the world and they will find theirs. It loved the flow, rhyme scheme and your choice of vernacular in it! It brought a smile to my face, great work Ema!
I love this!