lost at sea
by Draven Haefs
i am a ship lost at sea, anchored to the floor looking for freedom.
i am held by status quo and coral reefs of tradition.
scared to jump, still i do.
i dive below longing to find meaning in the abyss of the sea
searching for atlantis, somewhere underneath the surface.
looking for something within,
a few years back. a few smirks ago. a few loose buttons ago. a few
blushes ago. a few broken promises ago. a few.
was i found when the waves crashed against the shore? was i found
when the rocks broke my freedom? was i found when the sea
pulled me back under? was i found amidst the seaweed?
the sea is not freedom. the sea is murky and beautiful in the night.
a poole of endless desire. the sea has its own agenda with limited
reward. the sea bites my ears and nips my hips. it pulls me under
and washes me up, empty in the morning.
Graphic by Draven Haefs.
Thumbnail image by Emmaline Waller and Sabrina Sanchez.