love note on paper.
this is my oblique
and mystified demise.
the outgoing tide reveals the rocks
of your good opinion
and the shipwreck of my liberty:
I stood too close, and like a fool
I jumped (I wanted to find out
how it felt to die).
but every tide comes in again
to rot the ropes that bind the ships;
and every cliff that breaks the waves
can itself be broken, words unsaid
can now be washed away;
and I reclaim the beaches and the shores.
this is me in genesis,
shape me how you will, because
this is my rebirth.
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This is an old one, but I felt like posting something (I just realized how long it's been since I actually posted some of my own work O_O) and the theme seemed apt
