Begging for beginnings

You grasp for air, defiant

Water entering your lungs

As waves descend upon you

Restless, 

Hissing in their tongues.

Where are you? 

Lost,

Yet living. 

Defiant till the very end.

A shaky hand that grasps, it etches

The days and weeks into its flesh.

I started HERE. 

A being.

Of water born and shaped.

Of change and motion woven

Into the finest thread.

Upon which hangs all meaning…

Giving

For if a story ends

It hasn’t a beginning, 

Hear it?

Just thoughts and feelings. 

Fleeting,

Filling to the brim with awe.

How could it be “I am living!?”

You catch your echo’s tail

A dog at play with meaning

You let yourself just howl.

Aaaaa-oooooo

Oh what a joke is living. 

The punchline late

Unsaid. Implied.

Sometimes sarcastic

Dark and witty.

It leaves you begging 

Pleading,

For this laughter to subside.

So off you go, and get your notebook.

From this day on, I start my life.

Beginnings forged in letters

Promises,

You hope to keep in strife.

The waves are strong

But never stronger,

Than the knowing that you hold.

That in beginnings,

Ending mays unfold.

And that all you have 

Is in your body, 

Its boundless waves ashore.

Forever changing, moving

Sailing into the unknown.

Sanya
19/02/2023