Find My Bones
A Poem
My bones were strong, secured
in scaled skin. Now you find them
underneath your frail feet along
the ground of Lyme Regis.
Watching from afar, in my eternal
immortality and evolution, I see
you struggle. Attempting to locate
the person you want or need to be.
With each wave that washes over you,
you ask it to cleanse you of your past.
Of your hurt and your grief. To be
freed and brought back home.
I can see, you are lost at sea. It would
seem there is no place for your feet
to land. My sisters and I, we roamed and ran
and roared. How my brothers soared.
Things were simple. We lived until we were
no more. Our toes did not tip, we marched as we
explored. The world was ours. Find my
bones, heal your own. Do you not know?
This world is now yours.
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Comments (21)
Congrats on your top story.
Amazing 😍
Thought-provoking and warm <3
Your writing is so lovely! This is a great poem. Congrats on the Top Story! 🎉
Fantastic writing.
Absolutely amazing 👏 Congratulations on the TS
Beautifully written
Nice poem, I enjoyed reading it.
Great job and congratulations on the TS!! 🎉🫶🏻
Beautiful 👏 👏 👏
Beatifully done!
Quite beautiful; the alliteration seems as natural and inevitable as the tide.
Absolutely gorgeous! Congrats on the Top Story.
Beautiful work! The forlorn passion you express throughout your writing is stunning.
Beautifully haunting and profound.💝 And congrats on your top story🎉🎉🎉
Beautifully written!! Congrats on Top Story!!
Very exceptional writing with much heart and inspired emotion. 👏🥰
I appreciate your exceptional writting. Congratulations 🎉
Oh a sad poetry but enjoyed.
Nice poem, I enjoyed reading it.
excellent. yes, the world is ours to make of it what we will .