Starfish

Serene waves of relief washing over cracked skin
knuckles bruised fighting for the will to live and
legs tired running from reality
thrown into the deep end without the ability to
swim, spent days drawing breaths of salty indecision
and became an anchor of despair until the
lifeboats of an isolated mind dumped the deadweight and
I began regrowing the desire to watch the sun and moon
disagree in the sky while the ocean
sighs in resignation to be a force controlled
by darkness.