Intensity can be crafted into a fatal weapon,
to commit a robbery of natural cause and organic methods.

Predatory intentions add pressure to the atmosphere.
Realism chaotically dances across the water with lies I hear.
I remind myself to breathe.

Their energy floating towards me instills a heightened fear.
Trapped under the guise of dependence and unreliable innocence,
I take account for what’s unclear.

Silent whispers under crashing sounds,
they’re going to rip the sky down.

I listen close to every sound and ill intended word,
my lungs feel heavy, so unsteady,
stuck here in this reminiscent sea.
I remind myself to breathe.

Softer souls do not calculate the violence,
they set sail bravely through the dark abyss like passing cargo ships.

Words of what I’m supposed to be. Lies that were told to me..
They feel less violent than the truth of my worth and autonomy.
I remind myself to breathe.

Suppression becomes the rendition of life I choose.
A transition inland amplifies things I’ll lose.
I keep a ship at bay, an illusion ill eventually cut through.
Shelter from the storm is gifted to me in cargo I cannot see,
camouflaged as air I cannot breathe. Resting on soil I cannot reach.

Knowledge casted over my mind, like the evening sun,
shortly blinding my view of the route I’m on.
It feels like the raging sea has finally won.
I’m happy to nap on this empty ship in an attempt to fake my way into a foreign bay.

As the moon brought darkness, I felt the calm sea settle the abyss.
The contrast, the absence of light, I’d forgotten all else, but I remember this.
Immersed in darkness, I abandoned ship.
I swam inland as I stripped my camouflage, exiled in isolation, I was blind to my resolve.
I remind myself to breathe.