Tears Beneath the Waves....

One single house stood on all of the island 

Firm with its scent and the breeze from the highland.

Waves showered over its stones so cold,

Yet none of it ever felt like home

Though caged from the world’s depravities,

At least it wasn’t empty, at least it could breathe.

Although that home might be a past territory

All crumbled and abhorrent in my fleeting glory,

But the dirt is still there, lifting and swirling

Just a little away from the waves that keep prowling,

I stood there with a rock for a mind,

Hoping to break, wishing to die.

mum told me, I had to find a new way to pave 

It lead to an ocean so, so desperate and grey 

It took me in, leaving me breathless,

My eyes weren't blinded by the depths.

I might not have been able to breathe

Yet i could see everything perfectly 

I spent the summer trying to make myself clean

I drowned in water, just to let myself breathe

I rose to the surface, the waves swaying me,

The sun on my face, my skin slowly burning,

my feet on white sand, another island standing,

oceans far from my house’s abandonment wailing,

my soul had shoulders visible under the sun’s belt

burden not to be seen, but still had to be felt

This island had others, inhabitants unknown, 

None of them free, but again, who is free?

They all looked different—

Different from me.

they tried to make it feel like home

i was too broken, had to be alone

tied a string around me,

So I wouldn’t fall into the sea.

They said again and again,

They would be my family, my name.

But I'd spent too long adrift in the water’s shrine,

I held witness to too many crimes to shine

I was broken when I was born,just torn now, 

muddled with grief and sorrow,

thought it was merely love persevering,

but the water had claimed me and my grieving

Floating, drowning—it had become my nature.

I was lost in sea, wittholding no stature,

In those moments of tragic peace,

I became my own Aphrodite,

I finally gave in to the hazy maze,

Tears cascaded like drops on my face,

Falling to form my crooked shape.

You see, You can’t see tears under the sea,

Thus, I wish to be tied down to be left free,

I am not meant to love and lay,

My body is too tainted to have such a say,

I will be blue till I am gray,

For I am just like water:

I will drown, and I will sway away.