The Book of Sirena

one day i’ll be able to articulate just
how far and deep
the well of my spirit travels.

as i take the time to swim through the
guarded tunnel,
the deep funk of inner turmoil
fills the space inside.

i have never understood why the essence
of my spirit
loves to feel, to know
so intensely.

for every joyful moment
is always followed
by heartbreak.

i mourn the impending death of the present.

i can’t seem to grasp why it all hurts,
the pain and the pleasure.
the weight of time seems to only get heavier.

i only know this infinite being i carry
in this flesh
knows more than i-

and all i can do is trust.

Sirena