by sara zebec
There were always places we needed to see,
things we needed to do.
How much I would wish to just sit down,
share the sunlight and just talk to you.
But there was always this dragging,
your lovely nagging,
and the obsession with perfection,
that I could not live up to and for you was deception.
Hoping you would notice me,
I kept nodding “ok”,
but you drowned me
and that was wrong in every way.
You stepped on the ladder,
my air became water.
I kept looking at you,
hoping I matter.
You stepped again,
pushed me further down.
Desperate so much for your own comfort,
that you’ll let me drown.
I was grasping for air,
as she went into the light.
The stream was too heavy to hold on to,
so quickly she was out of sight.
What if today I decide not to be small?
What if I rise, when you push me to fall?
And banished into dark silence,
I crawl back up the wall.
And I will be heavy.
And I will be big.
And I will be all that I am,
and I will break you like a twig.
I swallow you whole,
in my mouth you go down.
There is no more light
in the stomach, you drown.
Now, I feel a bit gassy,
much action for one day.
I’ll find me some sunlight
and somebody to join me on the way.
© sara zebec 2023-08-30