The Deep Blue

There is a shore on a distant land I was in, but I don’t visit it.

There are words which were said eons ago that I remember but want to forget.

There are childhood stories that define me, but I have lost them like the laughter that echoes there.

There are few people I called homes, but there is no one at the door anymore.

We are all on this ellipsoid; together yet alone.

There are walks I had where I was myself; but those footprints are gone.

There are pages I read about myself in; in diaries I have saved;

but I can’t find myself there anymore.

Grief pricks like a needle sometimes; other times it just tickles; existing nonetheless.

I may not remember it; but it always finds me.

Hidden away in dark spaces with cobwebs.

I am the pebble on the shore; sometimes in the deep blue; sometimes for days in the sand.

Rocked back and forth by waves I cannot understand.

Somedays, I am the waves; I remember that too.

The world in my fist; remember, do you?

Going on as life inked on a wrist

Going on trying to exist beyond the lives that don’t exist.

I am the shore; I am the waves; I am the pebble too.

Find yourself; retrieve yourself from the deep blue.