Words
Like the soft silk
Of newborn flesh
Blowing, a billowing in the wind
Sinking
Into oceans of doubt
And alternative portals
With different outcomes
Then turning from silk
Into velvet
The ocean changes
Becoming a dark pool
Deep
And dangerous
Yet strangely alluring
As i begin to drown
Within a thousand sorrows
Yet somehow
Scramble ashore
And walk through the quicksand
Of doubts

by Jemia