when i exhale for long enough

it takes courage to call my own bluff

giving up my final tantrum

i feel my body hit the bottom

resting on the ocean floor

no need to think anymore

in slow motion, letting go

nothing to do, nowhere to go

it feels so easy to stay down where

slow motion waves animate my hair

i rest my head, my bones, my life

every hope and every strife

thoughts evaporating into timeless sand

as though this was all part of the plan

the emptiness eating every last care

until even i forget i’m there

#poetry