Leaning against the shower wall,
As the tear falls from my right eye and matches the warmth of the water
I stare ahead.
In confusion I bury my face in my pruned palms.
The pain comes in waves,
The sadness of a polluted ocean,
I am the ocean.
I wish to be the speck on the wall,
Naïve to emotion.
Then again, to be numb is empty.
So I’ll sit and embrace the pit in my stomach,
As I reflect upon brighter days,
Pretending the warmth of the water is sunshine beaming on my skin.
The ocean is me, but I, not it.
The sun and I are one.
The ocean cannot touch me.
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