Tears do not befit you, darling
What troubles are so overwhelming that you would weep so? Is it the ocean going home? Or the tide of realization receding, Leaving you cold and aware of your faults? A baptism of knowledge and newfound morality is sweeping you Like a frothy wave sent to consume the shoreline And all the water you imbibed whilst drowning Now streams down your face In a flood of clarity and self-discovery Despite the tears stinging your eyes You see clearly for the first time And it hurts The pain of regret weighs upon your lungs Choking at every word you try to form For lack of oxygen or better judgment The truth hurts and sometimes it kills At least now you know of your sin But I know none of this is true yet I know you are still drowning All I can do is pray is that you learn to swim But this is a prophecy Better yet, a promise Someday soon the ocean will spit you out From the depths where it held you for far too long And you will fill your lungs with sweet air once more This is a prophecy, a promise
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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