January 31, 2024
this is my secret
My space that I use to let go
It's easily found if you know the words to use
But I'm a no body
A Jane doe
A forgotten face in the crowd
Too distant from those close
For them to realize I'm drowning
Drowning in two inches of turbulence
Trying to crawl for the surface
Breathing through my nose that's just breaking the surface
Water coming in
And my last gasp of air going out
Floating to the salt water floor
My body goes unknown
My name forgotten in the wind of the storm










