When I’m tired
Of being tired
The only thing
That can soothe the longing for truth
Is the sea.
When my heart aches
Empty, hollow
The only thing
That can fill it
Is the sea’s embrace
Salty depth,
Washing over me.
Salty tears
Rolling down
My freckles cheeks
When the sun
Can’t seem to call me out
I long for
The rocking ship
Knocking, Listing, leaning
She rocks me to sleep
She holds me ..
When I say I’m fine,
When I’m broken inside
When I’m tired
Of being tired
She calls me down
To meet her.
And gets me every time.
-Michelle Mitschrich
