The Puddle
By Nicole Eckrich
I’m drowning in a puddle;
I’m sinking into sand.
I’m refusing to shuttle
Myself to solid land.
So I paddle in torment;
I fight to stay afloat
While trying not to dement
Chance of finding a boat
Until the rescue ship comes,
I’ll sink into this sea.
Waves of emotion still hum,
“One day, you will be fee…â€
Ashlee Simpson,
Miss America,
My dad.
I love being driven in cars.
Not every shot will turn into a good photo.
Sometimes we miss the perfect photo op.
I look prettier in print.
I love the wind.
Sharks are my favorite animals.
Someday I want to the be poet laureate of the US
I wish I were blonde. I tried it once. Nothing beats the natural.
I cry when I get embarassed.
You know that time when the wind
whisks through your hair; the feeling is so cool and fresh on your face—it feels almost like a cleansing sting,
like when you clean a wound with peroxide
and you know your wounds are being disinfected because it burns—
it’s kind of like that. The wind chills your face, giving you this feeling of calm, but when it shimmies through your hair, leaving a scattered wasteland of tangle, you know what you felt wasn’t
in reality the same cleansing as the peroxide. The wind leaves behind a greasy residue in a tattered pile of leaves.
It leaves the hair dirty and disheveled.
But you only realize this when you step inside
from the cold and look into a mirror. You only become aware of the damage when you actually sense with your eyes, not merely your feelings.
Sometimes relationships are like standing in the wind. They feel so healthy, so natural and loving, when really, they are just tangling our hearts instead of our hair.
But of course love is much more captivating than wind,
and we don’t see it until it’s all over--
until the cleansing wind has stopped blowing, and we are left with knotted hair and knotted heart
The cleansing of the wind doesn’t last,
for it was never really there. And just like wind, nothing lasts forever,
and eventually you will see—you will see that you wanted to be cleansed so badly
that you allowed something damaging take over you when vulnerable, and then, then is when you need
the peroxide to disinfect the wound that you in your vulnerability has only made worse—that you have allowed to be windblown. And the peroxide will sting,
but that is the health in it. There is no alternative because without it comes infection.
And the sting will keep you safe.
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