literature

Breathe Deep

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I am at the bottom of the sea
No, the ocean; I am down in the depths
My fingers and heels pressed into the sand
My body lifting slightly with the currents.
I am here and my eyes are open
A blue so deep it implodes
The darkness is a relief
I see nothing, finally.
Digging my fingers in, I inhale
As deep as my lungs will allow
I taste plankton on my tongue and
There is a burning in my nose but I take it all in.
Through my eyelids and my kneecaps
Though my lower back and through my teeth
And I feel my heart lifting, down here in the deep.
I am at home here, where my lungs ought to rupture
Where most fear what lurks in the murk
I am more alive under half a planet of water
Than I ever  was on mere dirt.
I would never have known, if not for you
I owe you so much; you and this cinderblock you gave me
Such a thoughtful goodbye, I won't ever forget
Your loving hands, and how they saved me.
© 2014 - 2024 yexy
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slenderblade's avatar
You have left me holding my breath at the end of this poem.

"And how they saved me"

This. Is. Devastating.

"The shovel packs the dirt. The headstone rests." These lines were what allowed me to give a poem the title "Jealousy".

Hopefully I am applying this relationship to your poem pertinently.