Shut Up About the Sun: A Book of Poetry

| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 |

| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 |

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I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I am drifting so far from okay,
Okay should be known only as the dull light
Of a dying lighthouse beacon
Flickering on a faraway shore,
Beckoning me home.

I'm okay.

I tread water,
Unable to break free
From the incessant pull of the tide
To seek out the fading light
That calls my name so desperately.

I'm okay.

Try as I might to kick my feet,
To churn that dark, endless sea
Engulfing my body,
Immobilizing me,
Paralyzing me,
With fear, melancholy, dread;
With a hazy fog that drapes over me,
Encapsulating me whole―
I find I am one and the same
With the opaque depths below.

I'm okay.

That flickering light,
A small glimpse into a window of hope―
The lighthouse.
And when that faint light glimmers again
Like a distant memory on the horizon,
It is only but for a cruel moment;
Not long enough a moment
To guide my way back to shore,
Back to myself,
Back home.

And I tell myself,
I'm okay.

Drifting,
Floating,
Sinking,
Drowning.

I'm okay.

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A/N: This poem was inspired in part by the song "Lighthouse" by The Hush Sound.