I used to walk along the beach
where the waves would not disturb me.
The nights were short and the days prolonged-
happiness was forever infinite.
It was unrealistic.
Now, the ocean floods my ears
and I can't hear anything but water.
Cancer, crab in the ocean,
floating locomotion and insane devotion
to pleasing the waves,
to trying to escape.
I am conundrums,
contradictions contradicting who I am
and who I want to be-
Is who I want to be unrealistic?
I am struggling against the currents.
Waves wither when I let myself wander,
I wonder, "When I will walk away from my
unwavering wreck of work as it
piles to please my anxious endeavors?"
I'm tired of all these tribulations.
I'm the dust to their vacuums,
sucking me dry until the end of the night
and all I become is empty.
Yet all these tribulations,
they fill me up with rage
and I want to quit,
but nonetheless,
I persevere.
I'm stronger than they think I am,
even in my vulnerability-
I will not budge.
I am stone but support me up
and I can become clay.
Do it wrong and I'll be a boulder.
Do nothing and I'll stay a stone,
basking in the energy of others who will lift me up.
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You Have Influenced Me More Than I Can Imagine.
PoetryTRAUMA. It shaped me. It's terrifying yet precious to me like ink embedded on my skin. These days I always ask myself, "How do I keep shining through the darkness of life?" You Have Influenced Me More Than I Can Imagine is a poetry book about my tim...
