Sometimes I just stand there.
I just stand on the edge of the world
I let my breath hitch in my throat
I let my heart choke out the music of the world
I close my eyes
And when my heart slows, I listen to the gulls
And the crashing of the waves
I can see the gray sky already
On a day in a future that may never happen
Or a past that happened too long ago
I can hear the piccolo
Or the screams
Or the laughter
I can feel the sand between my toes
And reality sits below me
Yet time still orchestrates above
No one bothers me when I’m here.
Everyone sits on the other side of the globe
For I stand on its edge
And fresh scars lining my abdomen
I take a deep breath
And release the years of disgust and distaste and sourness
Throw my secret into the ocean
Yet don’t follow
I won’t let my past weigh me down.
For I am a person
Not a memory
A description of my happy place. No witty remark, no imparted wisdom. Just a poem.