To water I’m bound    weighed down by a sea root
That anchoring asphyx,    unaccounted for ages.
Circling, swimming    seething for freedom:
Trouble with chains    won’t change my aversion
To dive and discover    the depths of my heartbreak.
I settle for sand bars    and selfish ambition
Swirling, twirling    in twisted emotion
I’d forgotten my foot     the feeling of roots
Keeping me close    in comforting whirles.
From the bar someone bellowed    “Below is your trouble”
“You’re stuck in a swirl,    descend on the double.”
I scoffed at his    two cents
The troubling trait    as if traveling the chain
Could mitigate my malaise.    Marauders be damned! Continue reading →