*Salty

like a damp sail

blowing in the wind,

you sometimes

wring yourself dry.

And when the tears

sprinkle droplets onto your face 

and salts you more than the sea

the ebb and flow

comes in waves of heaviness 

that blur eyes

until you are weak...

and finally

purged

of all things 

held back

and never said

and never felt

and never admitted

and never allowing

because being human,

is wanting to float 

and so,

you stand on shore

and wait 

because you know that

inevitably

you´ll sink.