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In wellie boots
I wade through the years.
Tears of denial seep through
and splash into the top of these wellie boots
dragging me down
one by one.
Sticky in your grasp
I cling
wishing that mud could turn to stone.
trudging through the realization
that it never was
and never would be.
With each step these wellies
begin to separate.
They fall off and sink.
They’ve drowned.
I’ve waded into quicksand.
I laugh at the belief that these wellies
would be enough protection
from a much larger situation.
I’m laughing as I am slowly sinking
at least I’m not drowning unaware
that you would watch me suffocating.
Tears meet the years old tears dried at my feet
delusion meets grief.
Now at shoulder depth
I am laughing.
As I prepare to take my last breath
I am laughing.
I get pulled out while still laughing.
By someone who isn’t you.
and I see my wellie boots in the distance
dead and floating.
Now I jump in relief. Barefoot.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 6:00 AM UTC
I crave the kisses of coffee cups instead of ones from your lips.
I long for fingers of sunlight instead of the ones attached to your hands.
I seek the embraces of self love over ones made from your arms.
You have been replaced much more beautiful things
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC