I can wash you off of me
But I still smell of the treacherous sea
Which threatens to transform me
Into a creature I don’t want to be
All wetness and slime, the color of a bruise
All darkness and regret, the things that sailors lose
The only one of my kind, alone on this island
My only contacts the desperate and violent
I still have this:
If I can speak, someone will listen
If I don’t lose my voice, I will find power again
I can cut you out from inside
But I could never regain my pride
It was sunk in a deep dark cavern
Only ancient reptiles can find
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror
But I am not lost, I am getting clearer
I ask powers beyond me and all that they say is
You have control. Use it. Keep it.

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