As I sit here and pen the words to another letter

I take a step back from the page

I watch the tide begin to rise

The water slowly approaching

On my mind

The wind changes direction and i’m left standing there

On my own

You see, I’ve never been a main character, an illustration to look at or even writable at all

So I’ve had to jump ship before steering far off course

I’ll write it myself

Chapter one

How do we measure our depth

The only depth I seem to know is the one enclosed inside my chest

Fill my lungs with hope, bury me (6ft deep)

I’ve only ever known the dirt beneath me

Fill my lungs with hope and bury me

Dissect me from my shell

Tear me limb from limb

Disassociate me from myself

Tear me limb from limb