Poetry

Low tide

inkycapnip

24 May 2025

Sometimes I’m okay
Sometimes I’m not
Accusations of ease
Tie me in knots

The tide of expectations
creeps up to my neck
I’m forced to tread water
When I really need rest

I’m scared to reach out where you can reject
But your gifts of gold slip into my chest
I’m bracing for the next inevitable attack
Completely unmoored by your kindness made fact

Soft words lick salted tears off my face
I hold on to my legs dreaming of your embrace
I’ll tell you a secret I’d die to defend
I am torn at the softest touch of a friend

There's Time

I oft feel like I’m running out Wading in stagnant waters of doubt I wonder how I’ve survived without The things I can only dream about There is a time to mourn the past But bad things never seem to last It was my mind that held so

Crystal Clear Lines

guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened

Ginny

I want to believe someone who writes such beautiful poetry could never hurt me, or desert me. Can I be worthy of such sweetness without suffering? I’ve never really been seen, People rarely get what I mean, But you dissect so effortlessly, A power that enraptures me. I notice

No one will believe you

Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire

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There's Time

Crystal Clear Lines

Ginny

No one will believe you