Deep Blue Sea.
On a boat with my family in the middle of the sea, I look for dolphins and cool fish all around me.
Everyone's all laughing and having a good time. Then my uncle pushes me off and I start to cry.
Screaming and wailing crying for help, I couldn't understand why no one would help!
There were sharks and sting rays and water snakes!
But when I got back my mom said "Calm down Sara it's just a lake."
Reunited.
Standing there as the anticipation fills my body.
Excited nervous feelings crawl up my spine.
The car rolls up, and as they open the door the wind brushes my face.
She walked up and hugged me, her love ever so great.
Though meeting for the first time in sixteen years you could tell how she missed me. Then I spoke "Hi mom" she started crying, then she smiled and kissed me.
To Understand.
I will never understand certain things in life.
Like why my brain can barley do division, but yet some people are mathematicians.
Or why we let the color of the sky effect our mood in our daily lives.
Why the cold keeps me inside, but for some people that's where they thrive.
I will never understand, and maybe that okay.
Because I will never understand why I was given away.
I will never understand why God took the only man that made me feel loved, and why I throw myself to any man who claims he's a different one.
I will never understand why I can be having the best day of my life, yet still go home and wanna pick up a knife.
I will never understand why I crave attention, but when I get it I'm constantly trying to prevent it.
I will never understand why I'd do anything for anyone, even when I know they just use me and run.
I will never understand why I know my worth, but accept being treated like dirt.
I crave love, attention, affection. Because my whole life I've felt neglected.
I've always wondered why no one sticks around, and I will never understand what I did wrong.
I will never understand, and maybe that's okay.
Because to understand could break me in even more ways.
Still
Hopeless pitch on a roiled and rising sea
Lost to it, the man I'm meant to be
The killing brine I drink freely
I am your beggar, sister
Mole covered, smelling ripe
Clutching a crack pipe
Could be Jesus
Testing love
God waits
Still
-DeRicki
An Etheree is a 10 line poem; each line ascending or descending in syllables, 1-10. This is my first attempt at an Etheree.
