The Water Rises


I scream at you sometimes
The screaming is all I know
A mother and father
Who’s only other option was silence
The silence drowns me
So my other option
I use
I think there's more to do
Than scream or drown
But I’m not sure
How to get there
The tide is rising
I am sure
I see the signs
The screaming gets worse
It's better than the drowning
I think it makes the water come faster
I don't know what to do anymore
I can't stand drowning again
Not this time
Not when I finally found
All I wanted
I think there's more to do
I don’t know how to get there
I’m sorry
I know I scream at you sometimes


Context/Notes About This Poem: Trauma sucks.


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