My hands, like rope
tying over my cracking neck
Whispers and murmurs
drowning me live waves
and peaceful stood the shore
just inches from my body
slowly slipping away.
Tide gently drowning each grain of sand,
each pebble, each shell, along with me.
Me, whose body too heavy to float
but too light to drown.
Me, whose limbs treaded water for decades
they forgot how to stand.
Me, whose mind filled with sharks and whales
blocking me from progression.
She, who is no one in this ocean of people.
Her mind is a mess of maps and memories
blisters and bruises
scars of joy and rivers of misery
all blocked by colossal mountains
and a wave - an ocean
suffocating her with every breath of salt;
burning throat and fiery eyes.
I am no one.