sometimes i go dark
when even the sunrise
through the clouds
burns my skin
when my heart
beats so fast
it is a miracle
i can write words
on a page
my hand shakes
with my confidence
for each trip here
is longer, more languid
i never want
to jump into this cold sea
but for some reason
i do
every time
it is lonely
and it is tiring
the currents
always new
always different
than it was before
and how can i hold a pen
when i am swimming for my life
but my pen knits together my life
so then i have no voice
and when i have no voice
i have trouble swimming
what i'm trying to say
is i love the sunrise
and i love the smell of the ocean
-sometimes
i need to be plucked from the middle
i am a strong swimmer
but i cannot breathe
it is not weakness to admit defeat
and the view sure is gorgeous from here
what a waste
it would be
just for pride
I stumbled a bit on the words here. This wasn't an easy poem. Anyway anyone fighting the good fight keep on 🖤
About the Creator
River Joy
I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rogers vibes.
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Comments (3)
I'm glad you fought your way to completing this one, River. Well done!
This was beautifully penned, and I found this one line kept sticking out on the reread "how can i hold a pen when i am swimming for my life". Wonderful work, River :)
Sometimes the really good ones fight us on the way to the page (or screen). That was lovely River!