Message in a BottleA Poem by Trash FairyIt's the calmest of things, the strongest of things. It's the farthest, the deepest and longest of things. I stare for hours at the sea's unchanging tides. Yet! Contained in each ripple, magnificent differences lie. How can something so soothing, frighten me so? How can something so terrifying release all my sorrow and woe? Creating fear and forgiveness, with each tide: high and low. The scent unlocks memories and I taste salt with each breathe. The sound gives me strength and I feel its mist on my chest. The sight leaves me speechless, devouring body, soul, and the rest. It consumes me through every sense I possess. I am unaccompanied by all, I am all that I own. I am deserted... abandoned... on this island far from home. Perched on the sand, toes emerged in white foam. I am left to decay with no where to roam. I write this now, so at least, I know I exist to myself. I exist as a dusted and forgotten toy on its shelf. I feel like a w***e, caged in her beloved brothel- an infant suffocated, by my own mother's swaddle- the devoted follower, unrecognized as the last apostle- This is the last of my life, this- My Message in a Bottle.
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