Sea Scars

There’s a story here, embedded within a righteous reef of broken silence, where scars remain engraved on sea stars, entangled between sand in empty oyster shells, reminding me to breathe until i reach the surface, for hope still swims through the barnacles that bloom amidst the blues. These tears mean nothing and everything as they define the demons I disguise through violent dawns, though my will to grasp onto faith is slowly wearing out. Life and its merciless ways of enlightening murky waters with reflections of taunting tortures endured across miles, Keep me unconsciously drowning, uncontrollably, unable to seize glowing planktons.