Tide

I'm waiting for my sea legs to find stable ground 

My body still curls into fetal position and quakes

At the memories that brought me here

I have spent years treading water and swallowing the ocean

That I can't control when it overflows from my eyes anymore

I just excuse myself with a smile to find the nearest exit door

Unable to grasp what used to be tangible

Leaves me searching frantically 

I am constantly gathering pieces

Of what used to be me

Hoping to sew them together again

Not apologizing to anyone

For the scars the sutures leave

For the sadness that can
Out of the blue surround me 

And knowing when I smile it will be for me

Not just to make those around me
Feel more at ease.

~Amber Comber