It was not the water I feared but
the coming
down
the expelling of the clouds
from my lungs
I was not alone but I could feel the
earth tearing
it
was torment it was joy
it was for
one morning dream to know
I
would not be
broken
Until full of torture full of faith
I woke up in another place
The coming
back
the coming
down
back here where all one
can do is breathe
air
believe in me because it is not the water I fear
to cast a net
to hide in a shadow
to be that misleading
and without any meaning
when
I am this full of
impossibilities inside
and as I lay here alone
I would not complain
if I could
just resurrect
what
we killed to survive
In a bold moment
I said it had been worth it
but knew you did not believe me and neither did I
my black and blue hope
you were hearing
to come
to
fight
I am so tired of death
please
let it just once be life
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