Undertow
i can feel it rising
the ocean of bilious emptiness
sweeping away my peace
i thought i’d built on rock it’s these days at home
restless in my “relaxation”
a song, winter light,
anything pulls me under and I’m drowning in
memories i mourn
who i was and who
i’ve been and who i might
have been and mostly
who I am now trapped beneath the
thrashing, roiling waves
smashed against the
jagged, searing memories
breathing salt
tears and tears where
will i wash ashore