Ashore

I think I wanted to love you. 

Now I see what is left behind, 

what I meant by actually loving you. 

Am in awe.

Of realising that how I never loved earlier, 

But tangled myself in a constant denial of love while trying to be..

At this time, this last time

I tore it apart, you tore it apart.

I was in light, burned by it's brightness 

Scars, cries, tan and desperation

To hide back in my vulnerability.

As if a cover, I was turned inside out, 

I drowned, in my own helplessness 

In all that I kept safely within,

Anger, torture, grief, pain, lust, ferocious, fragile, venomous, dull, bleak, sad..

Drowning, swimming, giving up, pushing back..

Finally washed ashore, 

With a pale light wrapping me in it's arms

And a cool wind caressing my quivering body..

I think I am ashore, to walk upon the sands 

Of life, getting away quickly under my feet,

Time unrolling itself, the path,

A creamy carpet of moments, shiny, thorny, tiny, and warm.

Maybe I can walk upon the earth now

Barefoot, bare-thought, perhaps knowing what lies in the depth, 

Of the seas of emotions.