What if
The water will overflow
and cause a flood, taking everything with it
What if
Everything is all I have
What if
My swimming arms get heavy with melancholy
muscle, and decide to go on strike
What if
The ocean (we call it that now)
decides to break the shore?
What if
The pieces that I desperately try to
hold together, drift apart
What if
I cannot find the glue (or clue) within
me
What if
I am separated from myself, like
debris from a disaster
What if
I am (that disaster)
What if
There isn’t enough warmth to dry the land
What if
The sun –that I should salute- burns
every little thing I treasure?
What if
I am not like a phoenix
What if
I am
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