I picked up a pen again

I picked up a pen again

I placed it to paper

And it’s kept me sane

Relatively

The past year poked a hole

In my boat

And future began filling the boat

And my buckets aren’t big enough

To scoop the water out

I began the year with arrogance

I would fill it with fulfillment

And the tunnel looked so short

I ended the year humbled

I was slapped in the face with futility

My brain was once my pride

But last year it betrayed me

It stabbed me with an obsidian knife

Inserting the darkness within the stone

Into myself

And being became exhausting

The boat’s gone

And I’m lying on my back

Waiting for my boyant breath in my lungs to leave

And for me to go under

But my family kept pulling me onto their life raft

And I hope their arms stay strong

And the water stays weak

And

I picked up a pen again

I placed it to paper

And it’s kept me sane

Relatively

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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