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Life isn’t
a life saver.
Sometimes
it’s like riding
a raft in the middle
of the ocean
where down below
only sharks.
Sometimes
the raft pops.
It’s bound to happen
with all those teeth
constantly gnawing.
And you won’t
always be thrown
a buoy.
Sometimes
you have to swim
until you find
someone else’s
raft, someone else
who is willing
to help.
And that
in itself
can kill you
when realizing
just how
alone
you
are.
But if
you
find yourself
sinking
at the time
you read this
poem
please
don’t
let yourself
die:
Ride
that motherfucking
shark
to your
own
little island
your
own
little beach
and
be content
with yourself
and the fact
that life
isn’t
a life saver.
Trust me.
I’ve been there.
I’ve swelled the eyes
of many a shark
and sometimes
just barely
I wash upon
the shore
and it is
marvelous
to have
survived.
Fight.
Be a
Man.
Be a
Woman.
And know
that there is
no
person
on earth
that can judge
you.
And know
that though
most
people
are cold
and
uncaring
that I
and
people
like me
are out there.
I
will always
let you
on my
raft.
Let us
float
upon
the words.
Let us
be
content
alone
and
not
so
alone.
We
are
beautifully
kicking
to
shore.
- mathias nelson
