And She Saved Herself,

I’m tethered to a sinking ship,

The salt water flooding in,

I’ve got dents in my hull,

And tears in my sail,

And I fear that I can’t swim.

It’s a slow kind of drown,

The one where the water bubbles out,

Taking and breaking,

Crashing on through,

Carried in the ocean,

I’m still tethered to you.

And so I let the tides take me,

Let the moon pull me forth,

Push me back down,

This is the void.

I’ll let the current take,

The water flow,

This is what it is,

To be tethered to you.

But before I hit bottom,

I’ll remember to swim,

Up and over sea level-

New air in my lungs,

And salt in my wounds,

This girl got too bored,

Being tethered to you.

~M.T.

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Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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