Trapped Poem by Faustina Marie

If thoughts and troubles were my ocean,
Daily life my mainland isle,
You would be the rock rising bravely
Off shore a quarter mile

Just close enough to reach you any day
And just far enough
That my pursuers will be dissuade.

But now I see the waves
Reach a new height when I call
Pounding me relentlessly
Against your stone side wall

I've been trapped by my own wreckage
Though I thought it had been dissolved,
And now witnessing the carnage
I could not have been more wrong

My safe place emanates ruin
And you begin to crumble
As salt rubs into a wound
You shouldn't have to suffer

My words must feel like daggers
No matter their intention to soothe…

Now I cannot run, dive, swim out to a secret haven.
Here you shoulder torment,
It's you in need of saving

And I slip away into the surf
Left to tread the waters, I watch your outline blur

I know you will still be there
Though the cruel sea strips your surface bare.

Maybe someday you will speak again
Or else you will find your heart, freed
From the grasp it is so tightly clasped in

Maybe you will have the chance
To break from the tides you are trapped in,
Your eyes will shine, and smiles will dance
Upon chapped lips, weathered
By the taunting calls of impossible romance