I'm stumbling on myself underwater
repeating in identical waves
the same current pulling me under
the rocks that scratched me
still hold the skin I left behind

I had intentions to learn
instead
I jumped face-first into a cyclone
and darkness embraced my emptiness
in the morning
I grew to a gale of misty wind

Kicking up from the sea
I touch the shore with a purpose
I won't become a derecho of my repetitive past

© JoyPond