Some people talk about being born into a burning house.
I wasn’t.
I was born on a small boat in the middle of the ocean.
At first glance we are afloat.
Looking closer you would see small holes pricked into the bottom of the boat.
It’s okay though, we’re still floating,
we haven’t taken on that much water.
The small holes get bigger and bigger,
“We’re taking on more water.” I yell.
No one hears me.
A wave comes, the boat is flipped,
we all find something to hold on to.
My dad let go.
I try to get to shore,
I don’t notice my mom is struggling to hold on until she is pushed into me.
She gets a better grip,
but I can’t stop looking back to make sure she’s still holding on.
I’m begging someone please notice we’re in the water.
I want to survive,
I want to live,
I want to get out of the ocean.
I wasn’t born in it.
I was born with the constant reminder that it threatens to take me too.
At first glance we are afloat.
Looking closer you would see small holes pricked into the bottom of the boat.
It’s okay though, we’re still floating,
we haven’t taken on that much water.
The small holes get bigger and bigger,
“We’re taking on more water.” I yell.
No one hears me.
A wave comes, the boat is flipped,
we all find something to hold on to.
My dad let go.
I try to get to shore,
I don’t notice my mom is struggling to hold on until she is pushed into me.
She gets a better grip,
but I can’t stop looking back to make sure she’s still holding on.
I’m begging someone please notice we’re in the water.
I want to survive,
I want to live,
I want to get out of the ocean.
I wasn’t born in it.
I was born with the constant reminder that it threatens to take me too.
- Author: hailey033 ( Offline)
- Published: April 12th, 2022 12:55
- Comment from author about the poem: This meaning behind the poem has to do about my family’s history with addiction. the “wave” is both of my parents getting more into drugs. the ocean is addiction and the threat of where I am in all of it .
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 18
Comments1
well expressed
I hope you get the help you need
speak to someone that you trust
don't stay quiet you can break the chain
Dahlia
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