Drowning

How I set my sails

tight with feelings

in the storm being

the foam on the waves

and irrevocable

drowning

in the whirlpool

to be dragged further

and torn apart

I feel myself being flooded

spread in droplets

drowning

in a sea of thoughts

I’m gripping

my parts together

to blow a whole new me

on the beach

someone is picking me up

as a shell

I listen to the morning.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere