Full of Water

We can throw

what others have thrown,

but we cannot create

what others have maimed.

We can breathe

where others have gasped,

but we cannot kiss

where others have battled.

As if screaming would prove

that we still had fight

left in us--

We speak in waves and 

bear lips chapped

by sea salt,

we tread water until

it looks like drowning,

until we are drowning.

And they say,

"Some men never live,

and some men never die,"

but we're all underwater tonight!

We were treading water,

we were mostly composed

of water,

we laugh in water,

we hurt in water,

but we cannot

walk across it.

You cannot die another's death,

but you surely can live

another's life--

There is a difference between believing

in ghosts,

and becoming one.

You surely 

can 

live,

you cold bat in a ribcage,

you blind old bat full of water,

you surely can live!

There was a fight left in all of us:

our hands on the wrists of sunrays,

our minds like cameras, 

creating images

to last forever

in milliseconds,

creating images,

by shutters and clicks.

We can stay

where others have left,

but we cannot build mountains

out of craters,

but 

we

can

stay,

and make craters

feel like mountains,

whilst we

love

in water,

our hearts full

of water.

Author's Note

unfinished