scars

Scars

i was stuck in what felt
like an angry sea.
Large, strong, fierce
waves that could crush a fortified ship,
crashed down on me.

i was at my lowest,
in the deepest depths with
the undescovered monsters of the ocean.
And i felt like i was thriving,
in an unholy, unhealthy way.
Convinced that the home
where the light didn’t shine
was the home for me.

And for many years,
that’s where i stayed.
an empty shell in black mud.

[the above piece was a rewritten/revised version of the original below]

Published by Robin

Poetry author from Pennsylvania

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