Day 19–Sea Sleep
When in April the sweet showers fall–just kidding! We’re nearing the home stretch and I am running out of ideas! What shall I write a poem about today…? What shall I write a poem about tomorrow? If there’s something you’d like to see me write about, feel free to let me know. Yes, I’m taking requests. I’m on poem number 19, give me a break!
They said she swam to swallow her misery and fears
The sea became a cradle and masked her salty tears.
She floated through the darkness and found it comforting
For she had never felt that she belonged to anything
Quite as fully as she felt she belonged to the sea
It held her close and she knew of no place she’d rather be.
She did not let the shortness in her breath bother her
Unphazed by dark surroundings and the chill the sea incurred.
She floated on in blackness and her eyes drifted shut.
Her life had failed to hold her but this sea sleep was enough.