Mental Health

Rocks (feat. in Amphora Magazine)

Alphabet Ravine10 Comments

I feel the cold stone beneath my toes,
and I feel I exist outside of me,

on the surface of this body they’ll label
Lydia and point to once I’m dead.

My eyes close. I stare at my eyelids,
and now I feel I’m inside of me—

Oh, help! Please, someone,
get me out!

I inside and outside of me…
Is me my body? Then who am I?

Me might be nothing, for that’s what I see
every single time I blink.

I open my eyes and see that my toes
top a frigid, smooth stone

that floats in the middle
of a rising, swelling ocean.

I clench my eyes, trying to crawl right back
inside myself, and I wonder,

where did this rock come from?
And where is it going?

I ask, trying to figure out
if where I am is good.

Refusing to answer, you open my eyes,
finish my blink, and sit me down,

my thigh on the stone,
my toes dangling in the water.

And I still don’t remember where this rock came from,
and I still can’t tell where it’s floating to,

but here and now,
the sea breeze smells like salt.

10 thoughts on “Rocks (feat. in Amphora Magazine)”

  2. When one is burden with feelings like depression or anxiety or constant loneliness, holding all that in is too much.
    When one is gifted with the written word, sharing those feelings with others, helps us all remove the power those feelings have over us.
    You’re truly gifted in sharing real emotions, in their pure forms.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Thanks for your comments and I appreciate your work Lydia very much. Looking forward to reading your future… endeavors.

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