Adopted by the Ocean
It is broken all beyond repair
In your lies I`ve been ensnared
Every word of yours is hollow, fake
No, it wasn't my mistake!
You are the living lie, existing for provoking
In my wounds you enjoy poking
You say you would be true
But it would not be you
I was such a fool
I plunged into deep waters, cold and cruel
You said it was a shallow pool
It was indeed my school
I was drowning, headed for the bottom
You hoped that I`d be soon forgotten
Inhabited with monsters, dancing all around me
Happy for the food, happy that they found me
I learned to live without the air
I was not aware
Drowning was my way of living
Of me you were building, weaving
A raft - that could always be prepared
To be torn apart, and to be shared
To be borrowed, to be sold
With which you`d make it through the waters cold
I was dead already lifeless
The spirit of the Ocean, pieces countless
Sewn together but apart
Without a soul, without a heart
On its own into the deep
Delirious, I felt as if I saw it in my sleep
It took me as its daughter and it wanted me to keep
It knew my mother wouldn't weep
It helped me grow some fins and gills
The blue Ocean that would rather have me killed
I`ve learned to swim and breathe underwater
No help, lessons, tools. …And I fought her
My rival, enemy - the number one
The me that should have died and gone
It did not, it insisted so
I wouldn't give it a single go
I wouldn't let her tell me no
I wouldn`t stoop so low
It took some taming, quite some time
I had a version of you in me that was still alive
I threw so many stones at it
It seemed myself I only hit
I was alone in that bottomless pit
I wasn't able to survive, I wasn't fit
The darkness had become my home
Where monsters freely roamed
My flesh was eaten bit by bit
I hoped each sore would make me fit
Or formed into a shape
So I would scare them off, make them escape
I was an easy prey to them
I hoped there would be sent
A search party, or a rescue squad
As you did for those drowning in a puddle on a day hot
I wasn't qualified, I was not
But the others were - the ungrateful lot!
I continued life at the bottom of the Ocean
I learned to see in darkness, survive unbearable commotions
I`ve turned to fish, a monster, freak!
I have developed traits and limbs, of which nobody speaks
They are afraid of me, oh, now they are so scared
To all the worst things I get to be compared
You wanted to see if I could swim
The blame on me was pinned
I could be ground to dust
Cut me into pieces, if you must
Use me for the benefit of all the humans
They should be thriving, blooming
You wonder how and why I`m still alive
So deeply I could dive, stay there, still survive
The surface of the Ocean doesn't scare me either
The sun would not make me wither
Well-groomed prepared - these assumptions
In your lies, you can`t ensnare, no presumptions
I no longer want to be your raft, your tool
A stone around somebody`s neck - this is your life, your rule
You still point a finger at me, pouting
It is my duty, now you`re shouting
You made a monster of me too! you are not included!
You are unhappy, rude, you don`t feel deluded!
Never! it was not your fault!
How would I be so bold?
As to place the blame where it belongs
It wouldn't right any of the wrongs
I belong to the deep dark Ocean
Your claims now suddenly suggest deservedness, promotion
Entitlement, and curses, accusations - I have sinned!
They are as futile as the wind
Your claims are worthless, you don't own me
They are as real as the love you`ve never shown me
It is too late pretending you`re related to me
It is too late to claim my powers, wisdom, money
It is too late, just know your place
I am a monster you don't want my wrath to face
Yes, I got stronger, I was adopted by the Ocean
If you try to harm me now, there will follow an explosion!
Yes, I got stronger, I am still alive
Not only did I make it at the bottom, now I can thrive!
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