Today, I am soft, weak; a shell less hermit crab,
You’re a seagull, beak snatching, eyes pitch and cold.
Tomorrow, I will be that seabird, air-lifted, arrogant,
Tomorrow is years away, but my strength is loyal,
Shrieking back like cicadas just when I’ve forgotten,
So, today, I say nothing, ask nothing,
Today, I say nothing.
– Sara Myriad, 2021
Note: this was originally one poem, that branched into two. I liked all of the writing, but decided the imagery was too different between the first and second parts, hence the split.
Beautifully written my friend.
This is beautiful and poignant. 💗
Another great read, love it.