On this cold day desperate
For air, I open a window and
The rain gushes through
The gap. My hands lose their
Grip and a stream flows in.
Soon I am left drowning in
This megalithic ocean. The
Weight of this grief fastens
Upon the fibres of my cotton
Shirt and wraps itself around
My tie: A noose that only
Strangles my happiness and
Suffocates my joy and so
I wrap my arms around my
Body and tightened what
I thought was a reliable
Knot. The arms that once
Silenced bellows of distress,
The arms that once held this
Beautiful thing we humbly call
Life in the form of eight precious
Pounds now a weird nothing.
Frayed and broken letting the
Waves of this ocean coerce
My every movement. And so I
Hug my legs tighter hoping to
Float ashore; float to safety.
I see a boat.