I lift myself up,
pointed on toes
tipping at the edge.
A wind molds to my face.
I'm held there by grace,
as my mind begins to dredge
Up memories
of you and me
seventeen
blessed with resilience
none are faded by time
in feeling
if not in sight
some are good
some are bad
all are mine
I take a breath
inhale this wind
bowing me back from this cliff.
But I hear waves below.
It's a siren's song so
strong to my ears
as I sniff back tears
from memories
sent by this breeze
so old to me
of when you would tease
so I'd unfreeze.
The only other thing
that could put me at ease
is the violent sea
I stand above now so desperately
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
of my sanity.
Oh, I'm tipping
tipping
on this ledge,
questioning your humanity,
as I tip above
the oceanity
of what could be
in front of me.
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
I take a step back,
release my breath,
settle my heels
into this earth.
Let the wind roll my tears
back towards my ears,
the sound so much quieter than
these memories
I hid from me
to let myself
relearn how to breathe.
They swell up again,
just as wind dies down.
I grit my teeth,
say an amen,
and prepare to drown.
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
of my sanity.
Oh, I'm tipping
tipping
on this ledge,
questioning your humanity,
as I tip above
the oceanity
of what could be
in front of me.
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
Air at my face
Earth at my feet
Seas in my heart
to drown you out of me
Then I cry oceans away
with the saltiest tears
I can taste all my pain
And my leaving fears
Cause you left me
and I can't see
this edge you left
in front of me,
And you left me tipping
tipping
tipping
tipped
YOU ARE READING
The Haphazard Harlequin's Hoard
De TodoA smattering of thoughts, poetry, short stories, you name it. Inspired by @kmasinick and @VincentCarrow who did the same.
