Drowning in this great sea
You would think I would use my past as a tool, as a lesson.
This sea is painful, this sea is salty,
This sea is catching the cries I have been forever holding within
In this sea, I feel so abandoned, I feel so lonely,
In this sea, I feel as though
Iíve done everything right, except for letting go.
Like these waves that shake this sea,
Iíve got hurt, fear, anger and depression vigorously shaking deep
inside of me,
Waiting for the sun to set, to calm these waves,
To set these emotions free.
In this sea as I hit rock bottom,
Rising up, is my weakness, my fear, my problem.
This sea is cold, this sea is deep,
This sea is the place I run to,
When I cry, when I weep.
This sea is cloudy, this sea is hidden,
In this sea, I punish myself with my past,
As though it was some type of detention.
When rain falls and the water level rises,
Like myself, this sea becomes shaken,
Becoming full of surprises.
This sea is my hiding place,
When I feel as though Iíve lost all hope, joy and grace.
Like this sea, I am used,
Heart-broken, lonely and verbally abused.
Like the fishers tormenting this sea,
I hope and pray
My past does not come back to haunt me.
by Elisa Doyle
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