It starts
With the small
Lapping waves of my sanity
Being drawn back until
It is eerily silent,
Odd and off-putting
Abnormal
Then I realize,
It is coming.
It is coming steadily,
And I cannot run from it
So I try to brace my small self
Against the huge wave of my
Uncontrollable,
Dangerous,
Self conscious
It is a lost battle,
But I fight nonetheless
I fight to be normal
The tsunami appears,
Small at first,
But soon becoming as large
As it is inevitable
... And it crashes
Panic
Terror
Fear
Tears rain down like
Droplets of ocean spray
No-
Like waves of life-draining energy
I cannot escape
I am drowning
I will surely not survive
But then I see a light
It is a rescue helicopter
It does not see me,
But I can change that
If I only try
This is my escape!
My savior!
But if it sees me,
It will judge
I will no longer be seen
As the strong person I was
My reputation for being
Strong
Independent
Will be ruined
I will be seen as weak,
Subject to the mere water
That is drowning me
Mere water
The helicopter passes
By and by
Knowing something is there,
But just missing it
Each time
If I only called out,
I would be saved
But it's only water
And it can't be that bad
I can handle it.
I can handle it.
Call out. Call out to that helicopter that can save you, that can help you. Call out to your friends, to your family. The most admired people in society are the ones who went through hardship, and the hardest ships can only be passed through the help of others. Call out.
Please.
You deserve to be helped.
YOU ARE READING
Translation
PoetryThere are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter...
