The pain is too heavy
I want to try to continue rowing the boat in the middle of the ocean,
spread the sails and pull over for a moment to land.
Seeing the clouds churning deep black blue,
the water is getting bluer,
the bright white is getting fainter.
Scary.
A camera captures this heavy wound, becomes a memory.
Birds are flying singing or they are cursing in annoyance,
storms and rain will hit.
The boisterous combination of the sound of the moaning of sea water,
the chatter of lightning,
the singing of birds in the air and the hiss of the wind that wants to run.
This pain is too heavy,
let me just drown in the middle of the ocean,
then I dive into it.
Who cares about how deep the pain is? Only the storm kept screaming and weighing me down with pain.
The waves and ebbs and flows of the water say hold on and cross me or embrace my body,
Sink with me?
Who cares about the storm that churned up there?
In my heart?
Torn my soul and mind.
Oh who cares?
~Nurish Hardefty
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