Dangling my feet
over a sea of navy.
Gripping onto sanity
like the hands that grip this earth.
I’m on a patch of green,
a color to be calming,
and yet these daydreams
are nightmares in hiding.
I’m trying.
I’m trying to separate
the grief and despair
from the gratitude
of the salty air.
Does this shatter the image
that I’m clinging to?
Where it’s all figured out
and I’m reaping the rewards.
Every wave that crashes
against the rocks below
is just an audible reminder
that I am breaking also.
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So here I sit,
in a place I deemed my peace.
Whispering my surrender
to the life I did not seek.
If I seem vacant,
know my mind is at the cliffs.
I’m rearranging thoughts
and displacing any rifts.
I’ll save you a spot,
if you’re not afraid of heights.
It’s a long drop to the bottom,
but here,
it’s all alright.
Life with Lo 