Salty Breadcrumbs I miss the sea drunkenly I am floating, but not where I want to be It is the sea that calls me forth from my drunken haze. I remember whispers of long ago Images that the sea brings Forth onto my reddened, hazy eyes. I am lost and I don’t even know How I got here or where I started from. The waves of life toss me around like kelp on the sea my hair shines red-golden beneath the water in the sunshine One huge cobweb of a salty jumble. Please, Lady- Take me back to another time One that welcomed me with outstretched arms and weaving branches, Olive tree branch in hand My ancestors lived and died on islands. Living their days and years by the tides and phases of the Moon, planting their gardens while listening to Her hymm. They all tasted saltwater on the wind felt their noses get cold and their hair become damp with Mer’s kiss. But me, I am HERE and alone amidst all my friends & family adrift in a place that my soul does not want to tether. To be back where I belong again! To not feel like a stranger to myself. To accept Who I Am … And cherish my life. Still the Sea calls me Like an old regret or ghost long-forgotten. Funny how tears taste just like the ocean. Embracing the tides seems as far away as the treasures that the fire in my bedroom took away… Along with a peace of myself, I think. I seem to be lost in a place of shadow and smoke without hope to lead the way. I think the fire ate all my breadcrumbs.
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