Deviant Sea
I have been living, drowning
Dry
Learning to feel helpless, trust
Filling
Lungs with something like fear, liquid love
Burning
Tissue never meant to swim like that, this
Coughing
Spitting out air-shards of shoulds, shame
Flailing
For some buoyant ring of steady, sameness
Treading
With my eyes trained, tired of trying
Letting go
Of promised land, of what I know
Inhaling
Equal parts breathing and dying, finally
Slipping
Submissively, willfully inspired
Sinking
Into a deep sea-blanket, seeing blind
Finding
Breadth below the waves, an old space
Holding
More than was scripted, surviving bold
Feeling
So much more than the safe surface sold
Me
-a.r.
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