II. Castaway

Castaway

On his island
He dwells.
Left behind
from a war
made seemingly
endless by
gluttonous Gods,
he cries for her,
she that keeps
him sane;

Winged demons
circle
overhead


“Know-how”

Sailing
requires knowledge
of air and sea
direction and self.

Green,and
yellow;
She is ignorant
to all of the above.


“Push”

Storms
at sea
like to see
just how far
they can
push each wave
before they
break.

On raft
at sea
under waves
and rain.
Here she is.
She thinks,
to self.
Breathe,
and this is all
she can do.

Under the strain of weather.
She feels no closer
than years before.

Breathe.

Essence

2.11.17

Reborn by the shore
Reciting self
into existence,

a Goddess
at birth
never knowing
her self,

until tides
crash
and whisper
her foam memories.

She now knows.

She is collected,
at peace

walking,
accepting
moving

toward
and into
the light,

to be
in,
and
the essence
of self.