somewhere,
in a place i didn’t want to see
in a state i didn’t want to be
an epoch inviting yearning
and despair, trying to go back
it’s faded away, it’s loose and torn apart
and it’s going somewhere on a boat
it’s leaving its shell
and it’s looking for a new armor
try!
try to make it overturn
change the wind’s direction
calm the ocean
it has to come back
it needs to come back
it was never meant to end like this
to never see our apogee
try!
it’s arrived on a new island now
it’s unpacking its millions of stories
everyone’s laughing, asking for more
but you have to try!
try to make it come back
you want to hear those stories again
you have to laugh at your favorite tale again
you need to see it again
try!
try to make it build another boat
it needs supplies none of us have
but can you still try?
its settled now
and its been days, months and years
and you’re still holding those twins
trying to see how it’s doing
it’s doing well
better than before
you don’t have to try anymore
the coast is empty
the sand is made of glass
the flowers are ripping off themselves
and the water is swallowing the new boats
Alice,
This is heartbreak in motion — like watching something leave that was never supposed to go. The repetition of “try!” hit me hardest. It’s so real, that desperate hope we hold onto even when we know it’s too late.
Your words carry the ache of something unfinished, like love that didn’t reach its full height. I felt Ethel Cain in the glassy sadness, but also something uniquely yours — a quiet surrender that somehow feels like healing.
You captured a feeling I didn’t have words for until now. I’m so glad you wrote this. Please keep going.
This is beautiful thankyou for appearing on my algorithm