It doesn’t exist,
And yet I still get
The regular delivery.
I do not need any of this,
And yet it is still there;
And yet I want it to stay.
Living the paradox,
Squeezing every
Circle of existence
Into one tiny space,
Creating a Venn diagram
That makes no sense.
Vicious cycle of
Decisions
And something people call
Self-care.
Sharing the pain,
Taking some back
For a soul
I hold dear;
Momentary relief,
And an extra loop
To put this scarf together.
Crocheting this path,
And the cover for my neck;
For the times when
The sudden drops cannot be
Explained,
For the times
When I need
Some of the warmth
I have collected
From the smiles shared.
I shall wrap my world
In the nautical miles
Of the results,
And watch the creation float,
While I collect the fathoms
And ponder the reasons.
Feeling the pressure around,
And enjoying the resistance;
Almost like a slow motion dance.
Burning lungs
Are just a sign of progress;
Just a bit longer,
The goal is right there.
I am getting close
To where I want to be.
Do
Not
Recucitate,
Please (because one needs to remain polite).
water
Rivers
Submerged into you,
I feel the warm currents
Not letting me drown.
Anticipating the rendezvous
Streams pick up the speed;
All I have ever wanted
Is to meet you.
You are the ocean,
And every river of mine,
Regardless of the direction,
Flows into you.
No more me
Be my siren;
Sing until my ears bleed,
Tangle me in your hair,
And drag me gently to the bottom.
Watch my lungs being filled with water
As I look into your eyes,
Feeling accomplished.
I can’t hold on to my boat.
Just take me wherever;
I won’t be able to live
On the surface anymore.
Your delicate feminine wrists
Make me want to sacrifice myself
To something as empty as you are.
There is no more me.
No more.
Viktoria Moon 