I am rediscovering myself

I stopped when you found me
Now I’ve lost you, and parts of me
With you
Treasures gone with the sinking ship.

Maybe someone will find you someday
Holding my treasures as your own
Cupping your hands
Filling with rust.

Covered in seaweed,
Home for new life.

I bury myself in new sand,
Make glass from the grains that buried me alive.
Suffocating but strong enough to breathe life into my own lungs
Once more forgetting to breathe for others
(Once more remembering to breathe for myself)



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