Don’t Look for Me

A Poem

Maggie Bowyer

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Photo by Maxwell Dugan on Unsplash

My feet feel the connection,
Each soul rising up
To meet my soles.
They say each action has
An equal and opposite reaction.
When she stood in front of me
I felt the power of earthquakes;
My thirst felt quenched.
I thought
“This could be everything.”
As though two meteors colliding
Have a different fate than
Exploding into a million shards.
I tried to cure my dehydration
With her bottle of poison;
As she pulled back,
I pushed forward.
I was neck deep in the water
Wading out for her.
We are still connected;
I still feel her existence.
We don’t create ripples;
Our mistakes make waves
Too great to keep
Our heads above water.
In reality,
One of us has to walk away.
My feet are stuck
So far down in the sand
I can barely stand.
She locked me in place,
As though she could leave,
Live her life,
And come back to me after eons,
As though I will still be
Struggling in sand traps,
Searching for oxygen when
All I am surrounded by is salt water.
I refused to stay rooted
In the very thing trying to drown me.
For so long I thought
If I moved I’d cause tsunamis.
Now that we have distance,
The daylight brightens the horizon;
I watched as the tide receded.
I yanked my toes
From their shore shackles;
They broke so easily.
She may have left,
But I finally got the strength
To walk away.
I will explore
Instead of anticipate,
See coast line after coast line
Meeting myself in all the new landscapes.

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Maggie Bowyer

Freelance writer. UNGODLY, WHEN I BLEED: POEMS ABOUT ENDOMETRIOSIS and more