What the Water Gave Me

A Poem by sunnyhuman

I'm not suicidal, this paragraph is inspired by Florence and the Machine's song 'What the Water Gave Me' ( no copyright for the name, you are officially credited), I find the perspective interesting.

What the Water Gave Me

I can hear only the waves. Crashing and pulling, calling out to me like a flower calls to a honey bee. It’s natural, it’s fate, it’s necessary. The wind feels like ice on my face, but that’s nothing compared to the fiery field of water that dances before me. My pockets are full of stones. Small sharp rocks that nicked my heart too many times, or maybe just enough. I feel an ache in my chest, but I breathe.

I walk, I walk into the water. The flames frolic around my ankles, prickling and soothing my skin. The sand is hard and unbroken, the cuts on my feet are dulled by the lightness in my head. I walk quickly, letting the tide pull me further out until it seeps through my clothes and pulls the curls out of my hair. I linger for a second, breathing in the last breathe of my life; I have no sentiment towards it, it just seems fitting to take a moment. Just one moment.

The stones tire me. The weight of their worries and troubles seem to push down on my shoulders, stopping my legs from kicking. Old scars wrap around my wrists, and I stop. I breathe. I lay down, with the bubbles rising above my head along with the last bit of light in my eyes. I crack a smile. Let the only sound be the overflow.