it's hard seeing yourself not grow.
it's a never ending self-hate—
like being buried and
sealed along my own hands
amidst the infinite sea,
drowning in your own thoughts.
along your tantrums
forgetting all the embarassing things you've done:
in your deepest regrets
wishing you'd fall back in time,
healing the drenched scars in your heart,
not doing the things we wanna do,
believing in signs
that will not make come true--
like being a bird
imprisoned in it's own cage.
in it's own home.
stuck in a never ending cycle:
tired to wake up,
tired to even brush my teeth,
tired to clean my own hands
from the dirty hands from the past.
tired to be me again,
tired in finding myself.
if you ever see this—find me, find myself lying in the seashore
hugging the sea and crushing their waves into me.
feeling buoyant--feeling light has consumed all my body,
respiring every beat of my heart.
feeling dumbfounded.
not feeling my own soul anymore
like it has left my own body—
i embrace tranquility and let my body
swing on the ocean floor.
if you ever need me--please don't find me anymore.
March 3, 2023(6:38pm)
von
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
