How is it
that you wander
aimlessly to
wherever the winds
compel the tides
only to then become
trapped on the very
shores that you
despised your entire life?
Aren’t you the same
that emerged from
an enigmatic flow
that enabled
you to lure into your
pathways
fluorescent life
that swum carefree
lingering
just below
your golden-brown hue…
that tried its best
but had yet learn to
keep its identity
through
treacherous storms
though each wide ocean
signaled an alarm
to changes that
even they could not
have thought to predict
that left you a victim
in between a unexpected
switch that
banded your leaves
into a meandering creature
obscure and thick
that soon became filled
with left over pieces
of deadened nature
casting deteriorated
shadows over your calm
form
intruding the bays
lightly,
almost suddenly
picturesque
gifting the sulphurous
taste of your tears
to every one
who comes near
to observe, and sweep
away your tainted,
salty fears
openly concentrated
under the sun
replaying the times you spent
running away from
the predicted events
that whisper your untold
stories
gently through the fumes
of your giveaway stench…
My Inspiration: Sargassum Weeds
© KohylahPiper 2015
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