Leaving Land
I stopped embracing land—
let cross seas crash upon my
suffering, instabilities—
somehow, in deranged undertow,
in suffocating currents,
benthic pressures…
I remembered my own strength
does not appear where it is
safe—lit like bioluminescence
inside disillusion,
unsure—salt-soaked mess.
I laugh—because I thought
land held answers—
but all it gave me was
stagnancy, unrest.
9.12.25
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