It’s like the ocean.

Calm one moment

and then unbalanced waves the next from the passing boats.

I try to stay afloat

but this life jacket is getting old.

Weights are pulling down my ankles

While birds are flying above.

Let me be with them

in the sky before I drown.

Waves crash over my head making me cough.

Screams for help are almost useless when a storm starts up.

The birds scatter and the clouds fill their place.

Tidal waves never seem to come to an end

I am just attempting to swim.

I can’t go on much longer…

Who knows I’m out here?

There’s salt in my eyes and the taste of it on my tongue.

I never asked to be brought out here.

Who would ask for such thing?

I want to go home.

Anyone, please just take me home.

I don’t want to be here.

I thought the water would be calm tonight.

I can’t swim anymore.

Am I worthy enough for saving?

Once I get too tired my eyes come to a close.

I feel the darkness enclose around me and I sink away.

When I wake up my feet are just being washed over by the morning tides.

My back is full of sand and the taste of salt still remains.

My eyes are dry and barely open.

I always end up here,

not knowing exactly what happens next.

What happened to the storm?

Who pulled me out?

What happens if I wake up with the storm still around me?

Until then,

the next day goes on…

So long, until we meet again.

-p.g.y