I am swimming into a new year
and the old years pull back
like salty waves
that I inhale
like tugging ropes like
all my old hopes and
it will be hard not to go under
even though I tell myself
I am better now
than when I was fifteen
and twenty three and thirty four
even thirty four but
I am swimming into a new year
and please let what I love love me
let what gets carried to sea forget me
and please self please forgive me
Always enjoy the image of something floating off in the brine. Great poem!
ReplyDeletethose last three lines <3
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