You are blue like the skies, I am blue as the oceanA Poem by the bitter taste of almostYou are blue like the skies I am blue as the ocean You say we are made of the same color, but I remind you we are separated
On the first day You sent your birds down and I welcomed them into my arms and watched them drown
With their bones I built you a boat With my waves I crashed it on stones I can't contain this violence
On the second day Your rays of sunshine reached to touch my surface; in my dreams I became a beach
In the reality of the shade I admire the warmth that the cold of my depths forbade I can only love in silence
On the third day
The winds have gone quiet;
but I'm here and I listen I'm here where I watch them carry you away as I count the distance:
one year away two years away three years away
I'm here where I can feel your breeze like a memory, try to ignore the gap
four years away five years away
Light turns dark and your birds fly higher and become the sparks that lead a sailor to safety Under the surface I weep in awe of this beauty
six years away
I have not seen a bird nor felt the sun kiss my face Frantically searching, I tear open the skies Rain pours out and paints the air bloody and I pour salt in its wound
My shame forms a thick fog but I can't hide this disgrace Then, slowly emerging: a seagull drifts nigh I pluck feathers from its body and I drown them and reminisce about you
Dark turns brighter when your plumage sinks deeper and becomes little lights for the sailor falling overboard Under the surface I'm calling to guide his way back to shore
Deep beneath the vast blue my siren song calls the sailor further Deep here in the treasonous black where I fill his lungs with brine
I cannot be like you
You are black like the starry night sky I am black as a treacherous ocean trench You say we are made of the same color, but I remind you we are separated
and I drown myself © 2023 the bitter taste of almost |
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Added on March 26, 2023 Last Updated on March 26, 2023 Tags: poetry, poem, grief, loss, trauma, angst, sad, dark, pain, depression, loneliness, missing someone, missing you Authorthe bitter taste of almostAboutI was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..Writing
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