It washes over me like the tide coming in,
rolling me under the waves, pulling me in.
Beginning in my soul, aching so that I cry,
this onslaught of emotion forces me down.
Willingly do I go, following the waters
deep into the cavernous ocean.
The current sweeps me away,
farther from the dear things I know,
yet this heart does not mourn the loss.
The soul cracks under this constant abuse,
the force of pressure pushing against it
deeper down into the depths I go.
Child of sorrow do I breathe in the liquids
filling my emptiness with its heavy weight
until air no longer flows through my veins,
until my heart breathes no more.
This is where I belong, far from shore,
under a sky of shimmering blue,
my life forsaken, my soul torn,
my heart dead.
Here is where I shall rest,
child of sorrow no more.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017