Unconsciousness –
like an iron anchor –
has dragged my lifeless
body, abandoned her
on the ocean floor
I am afraid to stir,
even a little, certain
that pieces of me will
break away drifting into
the unknown, irretrievable.
Somehow, I have learned
to breathe under water,
have memory of wholeness,
but am unglued, earthly
images floating past –
years spent in study,
hoping to be somebody
but like Dickinson, I am
nobody; only sediment
now, contemplating
girlhood dreams, memories
of parading in wedding white
mothers encouraging from
sidelines – I watch, sidelined
with muted amusement
so many dreams, now losses
the ocean’s flow a steady
stream of forgotten tears –
a watery graveyard for
shipwrecked vessels.
What fate awaits me
should immobility win –
will I disintegrate, particles
becoming algae, ever-reaching
tentacles of desperation?
Or, will I evolve into coral –
fragility guarded by venom,
attach myself to colonies –
life fragmented, now sustaining –
one existence traded for another?
Or, shall I gather forces – will
defying fate – propel myself
upwards, lungs and heart pumping,
mind commanding limbs, declare
myself substance, face another day?
(Image: aquaviews.net)
Gloomy poem, like it, thank you 🙂
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ha ha – too much gloom over here likely. Merci!
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Merry Christmas Nancy! Sending you lots of strength and love this season!
Thank you so much for following my blog as well.
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Beautiful, but sad poem. Everybody is somebody to another. I am sure you have impacted many lives in a positive and loving way.
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Thanks Nancy – I overdid it yesterday – have struggled with getting out of bed – really, that’s where this came from, lol.
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I understand. I have many moments like that also. ❤ you V.J. Wishing you bundles of beautiful blessings for the upcoming new year.
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You too, Nancy!
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