And so you spend your few days off
in this static state of shock,
clutching the safer fears
of failed minutes like
driftwood in a lonely sea,
while deeper demons circle far below
And from the depths
what bubbled whispers surface still,
the steam of silent screams
misting through your soul, seeking to be said:
“you don’t, you won’t, you can’t –
you never are enough”
The wood that could become a ship
to swiftly sail to safety
floats the flood around you,
but how to build of boards that boat
with all your strength exhausted
pushing up against the down of drowning?
Such water craft impossible with
every effort spent on treading time
yesterday was trauma,
today is a trap, and
tomorrow races toward you
with nightmare speed,
full of evil promises
But kick. still kick. keep kicking.
keep your head above water,
take all the breaths you can,
demanding hope from every moment.
to reach some beach you cannot see
is still a shore that saves you
… and even evil promises can be broken
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pov you’re on a nice relaxing trip with your bestie traveling the world
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prints available here!
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i had a sketch for this semi-done for like eternity, glad it's finally finished. it's been a fun one!
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