Poem: Ship in a bottle

 

(2017-2018)

I feel far too small for myself. What are my limits, how far can I push it? How much can I take?

This mind of mine. is it porous or made from lead?

*a moan* lust.

I cut, I bleed. I scratch, I cry.

This body; my marrow filled with young glitter.

 

(2018-2019)

 

I have gone to the edge and have fallen below. Way down, nothing to cushion my fall.

An itch that has been scratched. Life-changing.

*a whisper* mother and father.

I have become a small child, rebirthed, renewed but there is no magic. No wonder.

 

(2020-Onwards)

Here is peace, here is routine. Here is knowing your limits.

 my hair, the sea salt. my fingertips, the twinkling.

The laughter, the normal.

*a hum* love is the answer to a question I don’t know.