My mind’s like an island,
and I’m marooned here.
There’s a storm coming,
the water’s rage trying to cut my skin,
trying to make me bleed,
trying to bruise me,
painting my skin in every shade of a peacock’s tail.
The sea snores as it sleeps peacefully,
stealing all my nights as it rests on my shoulder,
feeding upon my misery and leaving me to starve.
There’s a lighthouse that sometimes flickers,
a tarnished shade of yellow,
helping to show
the way to the shore.
But the sea quenches the fire in me.
Like a banshee, it screams,
making me want to drown there and then.
It’s a scary place, my mind.
Not once have I been to the sea,
and yet it makes me feel like I’m forever stuck there"
a small child with nothing to live for
but the glimmer of my soul
and the tarnished light of hope,
with nothing to feed upon
but my own worries swimming in the sea,
with no air to breathe
but the thick dust of my insecurities,
breaking me,
making me want to leave.
But there’s no other place I can go.
‘Fore I pass this sea,
and the ship that brought me here
is drowned in my own misery,
too deep inside the sea.
But like a fragile twig, I still stand,
as fragile as ever
but never completely broken.
As the light flickers just in time,
I’m about to jump"
it makes me want to live,
it makes me want to leave
this island where I’m marooned,
where the storm never ends.