Mental Health
Bitter Sea
It was ominous and I still ignored it. A captivating monster that lured me in. The bear trap kept me contained for way too long. I begged you to regurgitate me so I can live in peace. You were as hollow and vacant as a makeshift haven. Fickle and bipolar like the crescendo waves of eternal blue. Our intensity grew worse as we became more villainous. Your hostility was as infinite as the tide that cascaded in. Your presence was punishment that became my burden. Your absence is the reward that kept on giving. I authorized your removal but you were slow to vacate. I'm still drowning in precious salt water as I scream. No tourniquet will plug this visceral wound. You wanted me to perish but it wasn't meant to be. I fear I will never escape you. There will be invisible abrasions that continue to plunder me. There will be transparent bruises that you will never own. This laborious torture does have a timer. It will expire once you evaporate. This misery has evolved into ambition. You took my oxygen as your own but doubted my ability to surface. I sought peace over proving myself to you. I now claim victory over this endless, bitter sea. This was never going to be the death of me
By Anna Torres4 months ago in Poets
