The iced marks replaced strings
Taking a deep breath I find myself at easeThe strings becoming my new home...
Body sore from the sea's journey
Struggling to moveI didn't want the past to restrain me
Nor its leftover marks to rule me
I didn't want the strings to be my home yet I was stuck in placeFinding comfort in the known
Instead of exploring the unknown
Enjoying the damp clothes
Instead of the fresh ones
Enjoying a feel I've been used to
Instead of warmth
Enjoying the marks left by the past
Instead of moving past themI didn't want to stay here
I didn't want to be stuck here
I didn't want to remain in the pastEyes closed
Deep breathStrings
I've already made my first moveYou won't drive me to madness
I am not going to throw away my hopes
I'm not going to lose myself to frustrationFebruary 21st, 2019