I grow and change in the wake of my losses, formed into the one I need by the pounding waves of solitude. I swim in cold waters of reckoning, fresh from the thaw, with a semblance of heat from my heart’s tiny flame flickering with all its might to keep me warm, while glaciers of feelings fall into the sea around me. The pulling moon, with all her soft sight raises my tension tides, making me ready for the tumult of being broken up, crashing on the rocks. But there is no preparing for an undertow. We can only pray for strong arms and legs and full lungs to fight or be thrown about when we let go. I cannot always tread the sea, so sometimes I sink and it has to be enough. Sometimes I have to adapt and find new ways to stay alive. Find the air inside the ocean. Cells learn to receive it, so I don’t need lungs except to sing. I sing in the deep to console myself, and call the other ones under who are tired of swimming too, and want to become something ancient and new. By the time they do, I'll be something else again, because I learned all I could from the sea long after the earth. And the stars are getting closer every time I evolve. © 2023, Sheya Forest
Life of a Changeling
Acceptance, Adversity, Biology, Courage, Cycles, Endings, Essential, Fantasy, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, ice, nature, New Beginnings, Otherworld, Overcoming, Poetry, Sky, spring, Transformation, water, World
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I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.