Message In A Bottle Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

delicate with the faint lines of scaring
like the bottle...
message rolled tightly, safely tucked inside.
I roll on the shore
beaten and bruised between the waves and the sand
enveloped, I exist
ground down until I've lost the luster of new
shininess dulled to weathered submission
I sway and move to the rhythm of the tide
drawn by the heavens I will never reach
only the message remains intact
tightly curled.
the blind could read it,
if only they could touch my soul
long enough to fondle the truth.
It read like most hastily scribed notes do
'send help... the boat is sinking fast'.