asking to be broken and bent
you engaged yourself in combat
with new experiences and spent
your little time chasing words through
your oceans of yore. for you dreamt
of a Shangri-La hiding in the
folds of your creased brow, a rabbit
hole in your temples; an escape.
you dreamt of ascending beyond.
turn back, while the shore still remains
meant for just you- your own refuge.
turn back into what you once were.
the tides rise and ebb, like heartbeats
you were never meant to hear, but
were always meant to destroy you.