i can feel it rising
the ocean of bilious emptiness
sweeping away my peace
i thought i’d built on rock

it’s these days at home
restless in my “relaxation”
a song, winter light,
anything pulls me under

and I’m drowning in

i mourn
who i was and who
i’ve been and who i might
have been and mostly
who I am now

trapped beneath the
thrashing, roiling waves
smashed against the
jagged, searing memories
breathing salt
tears and tears

will i wash ashore
this time

Photo by Brian Ward

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