orphan
i want health
the mental kind
but i’m trapped in a cage
buried deep inside my mind
can you see me struggle
under the weight of the water
thrashing limbs and flooding lungs
an oceanic slaughter
you watch me drown
you watch me falter
throw in the anchor
listen to the demons, “assault her!”
like Plath herself
a bell jar envelops
the darkness weighs in
hopelessness develops
it does not hurt
to lend a hand at times
you’re so weary of my need
as if you’re committing all crimes
teaching me a lesson
i laugh at the concept
you didn’t struggle like i
i’ve learned enough to accept
ahead of my age
i can take some moments
to reel back my years
and grow more buoyant
