Palm of my hands
seek out the sands.
Feel like stars
in my hand.
Feet pulling below.
As I hoover above the
limitless ocean,
waves crash over me
of a lost human at sea.
This is the feeling of "Alive".
Now my life problems
are limitless as an ocean.
Beyond the reach of air,
sizzling like a slug.
Anchor on my heart
persuading to crave down
about time I let go.
Sails sailing sway,
sea flows in as a comfort.
Arms spread out becoming like a wave,
Gods of the sea have the force
that felt like grabs of water.
Showing me below any human
as not felt or discovered.
Air lost to water,
water lost to hopelessness,
hopelessness lost to divine d**h.