When the anchors that used to ground you, no longer serves its purpose; with its rusted and frail chains that swivel through the stormy seas, no longer clings to you.
Leaving you to float through the cold, wide and open sea.
A sea that’s no longer friendly, the once warm and welcoming sea that turned into an enemy.
An enemy so deep, so dark, so cold… unfamiliar…
When the sand that once shined so bright like the sun lighting up the night, is now tainted and tarred. The sand that paved the path and lead you to destinations and paradise; no longer paved ways, only lead you to a journey of never ending darkness, a path of endless pivots and turns with no certainty of a destination.
No sight, no light and gave you all the reasons for a fright.
The wind that once sang a song of promise, now howls into the moon like a wolf.
The wind that once calmed the trees; now fights so fervently with rage and broke it, leaving destruction around it.
Leaving pieces of you flying, whirling with no direction.
The adventure that turned into a nightmare; the decision that turned into regret.
The ‘all or nothing’ that left you with nothing
The hopeful start that seems to end with tragedy
An endless loop of questions with temporary answers
A cycle of people passing by but never seeing you
You.
What are you?
Just a body.
Just a vessel.
No soul.
Just empty.
The Inverted Trish 