The Return
I have no control over me.
I walk and talk and sing and breathe,
but my soul and mind are like the sea.
I am tossed around frantically.
I sailed far from that island long ago.
My hands grabbed the oars and I began to row,
but I swear I've seen this place before.
The water is taking me to that forbidden lore.
A seagull above called my name.
He wondered why I looked so insane.
With panic, I called back up to him,
"I do not know, my lantern's dim."
I wept as I saw what the ocean stole.
My oars had floated away, I had lost control.
The shores of that island came into view,
drenched in the water of my sea, that's when I knew.
With no light left and fear of the land,
I stumbled out of my broken boat and onto the broken sand.
The weight of the past fell on top of me.
What I feared, what I missed, it all haunted me.
I never wanted to come back here.
I wanted this island to disappear.
But, it seems my sea did not agree with that.
What once was, is now right where I'm at.
The question now is, what do I do with my return?
Perhaps there is something from this island I must learn.
I may walk and talk and sing and breathe,
but I have no real control over me.
Copyright © Sarah Yaelle | Year Posted 2017
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