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Drawdown
Hands along the railing,
I peer off the ship’s deck, glancing
silently into the quiet harbor.
I’ve thrown my possessions overboard
and willed everything to the sea.
Between my body and the icy water,
nothing but this bulkhead, holding,
caressing me tightly, second skin.
I don’t dare depart the deck -
the warmth from the lights pushes away
the salt, and the hard black eyes
of sea gods, dark with foaming mouths,
starving for companionship.
If I am to push off alone,
and well under-provisioned,
so be it. I take my chances.
There are more lands
than those I have chosen to land upon,
and even now, in these sullen landings -
I
Literature
Coddled
don't step on the eggshells
don't look through the gaps
don't ask me what happened
just fill in the cracks
this happens like clockwork
don't worry
please wake me up gently
don't leave me alone
I'm cold and it's dark out
and you're not at home
like clockwork, I need you
please hurry
Literature
Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
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What a cracking little poem. Well done 