Dearest Mystery,
If only I could be there with you,
And tell you it's okay to sleep.
If only I could hush your mind,
With calming thoughts like –
The sea gently rolling in.
If only I could be that wave,
To wash the awful permanence away.
Because you are so much more than words,
Belittling a girl like her own bottle once lost at sea.
Those darkest parts can be scary,
Please learn to tread very carefully.
YOU ARE READING
Messages in a Bottle
Short StoryThe letters of a girl, who finds herself lost at sea - metaphorically, of course.
