vessels are in constant water
swallowing the salt from the world's pains and releasing
only to be filled again.
the depth of this reception brings an indomitable
and deep love
but not without immense sorrow.
my heart was born in a large vessel.
i was conceived in water.
i was conceived drowning.
i was conceived to survive.
survival is stroke by stroke
and breath by breath.
survival is tiresome.
survival is brutal.
sometimes when my body meets the ocean,
i wish to walk in,
i wish to be swept away,
to be free to float,
to stop swimming.
only then could i be free.
only then could i taste freedom.
only then could i rest,
becoming one with the water,
with its salt and my salt
carrying the vessel together.