Washed Out to Sea

Photo Credit: Nasar Karim

It’s the same place
That I ran from,
The same situation
But I am older.

We were sure for a moment

Things were getting better,
But I only have less
Of all that I lacked already.
I am the forest
That cannot stop the flood,
All my trees and flowers
Are ripped away by the current.
I am the mountain
That tries to touch the sun,
All life upon me burns
When the ice blanket falls.
I dove under
Assured of pearls and freedom,
But all I gathered was not enough
I surface coloured by the depths.
The salt and soil are taking me
I am decorated,
The God of hope calls me again
I am washed out to sea.