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breathing under the water of myself
It will wash away, like all fringes of the sea do.
It won’t disappear completely, though it will hide itself. Dispersed and saturated.
I am watching you; wave.
This tangled strapping sea grass sludge, is heart.
And it sticks.
Some days, I hate the way I look, but I love the way I feel and if ever I were to really breathe under the water of myself, I might just remember.
It’s perfect here, no matter how ever it could be.
This is where I float.
© ryan
breathing under the water of myself by PJ Ryan
Bitey, metaphorical and ambiguous little writes.
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Just a beautiful piece of writing
thank you tim
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beautiful
wow
thanks so much
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i dont think ive ever been unimpressed with your work PJ. seriously. thanks for sharing.
what a great compliment, thanks CJ x
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Truly inspirational!
thank you for the feature !!! :) x
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Oh wow, I love this Nic. I really relate to it. Remembering times spent in far north Queensland, I wrote this one about diving and empowerment, which also appeared on Red Lobster Ep237, the Melbourne community TV show for poetry xxx
PS: I’m also writing one at the moment on water and it is like this a bodyscape construct, because in Brisbane I’m living at a house with a pool and I have been feeling the strength of immersion. Will hopefully post it today, just needs a couple more tweaks!
Hi Deb :) I’m pleased it reached you. This piece relates to the ocean of ourselves and i’ve used the metaphor for the things we drown, repress or float within. It relates to the emotions of our ‘ocean of life’. Thanks and all the best !! x
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I don’t read nearly enough – I get distracted, or find it hard to concentrate. Maybe I’m reading the wrong things. I think I remember something you wrote, PJ – that when you write it just comes out and feels natural and easy. When I read your work that’s how it feels to me. I mightn’t be able to articulate things very well, but I think your stuff rocks :)
fantastic writing PJ … tony
vividly inspiring; a fave!
Acceptance of others can only begin when we can accept ourselves, warts and all, and be happy with what we find within. This brings to mind some lyriss from Pink, from her Perfect song.
You’re so mean, when you talk about yourself. You are wrong. Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead.
I loved reading this Nic, thankyou so much for sharing.