I wish I could cry.
I want to cry so badly...
"I...
Wish I could grant you that release..."
...Just another pain in a sea of agony;
one in which you guide my hands to swim across...
One in which you assure I'll cross eventually, I'll find land eventually if I just keep swimming because there must be land, there must be...
"I'll even carry you on my back if I must,
when I sense you're getting tired,
eyes locked on the horizon,
until we can see the distant shoreline..."
I'll keep swimming in hopes that one day I'll finally agree with you, that there must be land somewhere...
Eventually...
But for as long as I tread in this sea of tears I cannot cry, a sea I tread with no end in my sight, foresight, or hindsight
For as long as I bathe in this anguish and pain I see no tangible end to,
at least I'll feel your presence nearby
Treading a little ways away,
pulling my hand and promising of Zion ahead,
of a place where the most water I'll have to handle
will be in a tub or a glass,
where the loving earth beneath my feet
won't move out from under my kicks and steps
in such petty and malicious ways as the water surrounding me,
pulling me deeper,
seeping into my very soul does.
"There must be land ahead...
**There must be....**
I'll swim down to the ocean floor and build you and island if I have to...
If only I knew how."
...
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 3:36 AM UTC
I wish I could cry.
I want to cry so badly...
"I...
Wish I could grant you that release..."
...Just another pain in a sea of agony;
one in which you guide my hands to swim across...
One in which you assure I'll cross eventually, I'll find land eventually if I just keep swimming because there must be land, there must be...
"I'll even carry you on my back if I must,
when I sense you're getting tired,
eyes locked on the horizon,
until we can see the distant shoreline..."
I'll keep swimming in hopes that one day I'll finally agree with you, that there must be land somewhere...
Eventually...
But for as long as I tread in this sea of tears I cannot cry, a sea I tread with no end in my sight, foresight, or hindsight
For as long as I bathe in this anguish and pain I see no tangible end to,
at least I'll feel your presence nearby
Treading a little ways away,
pulling my hand and promising of Zion ahead,
of a place where the most water I'll have to handle
will be in a tub or a glass,
where the loving earth beneath my feet
won't move out from under my kicks and steps
in such petty and malicious ways as the water surrounding me,
pulling me deeper,
seeping into my very soul does.
"There must be land ahead...
**There must be....**
I'll swim down to the ocean floor and build you and island if I have to...
If only I knew how."
...
A poem by Andrew Henriques and Lavender Palette.
This poem is actually a conversation between me and Andrew. You can read the original conversation here: https://imgur.com/a/WPZiUmq
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