How my hands tell a story | Arms of the sea
I belong to the wind that never laid eyes on my face,
and towards it I paddle through all darkness and rage.
I need the arms of the sea to engulf me in peace,
and against your desires I’ll chase it with creed.
The raindrops on my skin are blessings of plead,
and my gods are the knots that await me ahead.
I fought for freedom and found on disgrace
the sun turning tears into sweat as I paced.
I encountered myself in the deepest of lakes,
saw beauty in dark waters, in the sunniest of days.
The clouds could guide me wherever they went
‘til the waters come over and do as they’re meant.
Text and drawing: Sarandë, Albania, September 2017
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