Falling, flailing
Slipping under
Surface fading
Floating wonder
The sun dissolves
Into a slumber
How soon the dark
Becomes my cover
Can’t see past
The angry sea
That seeks to claim
What’s left of me
A fragile faith
Left shattering
On shards of doubt
And inadequacies
I reach, I fail
Not quick enough
To catch the tides
To pull me up
The current rushes
Past my grasp
Push me under
Way too fast
Heavy weighted
Here I wallow
Deafening silence
Beating hollow
Taunting echos
Hard to swallow
The lies my heart
Is doomed to follow
From “Exhale” – Poetry Book available on amazon
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Michaela is a songwriter and poet, originally from East Providence, Rhode Island, but living in southwest Florida. She is is passionate about writing simple music with colorful words to paint the picture of emotions that are hard to express. She believes that music is healing and therapeutic. She wishes to tell the story of shedding society’s expectations and being comfortable in your own skin.
She is a lover of crystals, astrology, and all things mystical. She seeks to find magic in the mundane things of life by feeling connected to the earth. In her downtime, you can find her strolling casually through a bookstore, coffee in hand, in search of her next adventure.
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