See

Baggy. Baggy clothes. Baggy persona. Baggy life.

Leaving me feeling blue

Shells shaped into words that

Dig into my soul like a whine bottle fighting a corkscrew

I pace back and forth wondering

Could I fight these demons that lie inside

Even though my head pounds; thundering

Storms scrutinized beyond the oceanside

Violent waves crash over the sea

Destroying the delicate sand underneath.

Why can’t you leave the creatures be

Stay calm; breathe

Stop. Stop trying. Stop trying to fix

What’s left behind

Thoughts being weighed down by bricks

Need to be freed and refined

Sand being felt,

Sand being taken,

Sand being thrown,

Sand being lost.