I feel the siren's call
If you couldn't tell, I process shit through my art. It helps me, it hugs me, and brings me such faith that I'll make it.
I feel the siren's call. It harkens me back unto its murky waters. The sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace. But I've been drowned before by its host beneath the waves. Yet it still sings to me and pulls towards my fate. I resist but some days I merely tread water and others I lounge on dry land. The siren's voice calls me forth and I cannot tune it out. It will haunt me all my days forevermore, such is the journey of my mistakes.
Heed well their melodic call for only in yourself can you find resolve. The chains placed upon my chest were only undone by me. I take to heart that I still have room to breathe. The siren sings a lovely tune but walk along to find myself hearing great words and lines. There is much more to me than my misery, and that guides my hand and staves off my enemy.
In words I melt myself down and fling myself at my mercy. May I be a benevolent lover that simply sees the good in me, forgives the bad in me, and soothes the ugly in me. For I am not a perfect soul and there exists pain in my core. A heinous beast that sings back to the siren, a beast that craves for more.
But I am not a beast though there is one within, I am a swimmer and my hands are my own. I claw and kick and rend the murky waves as they proceed to capsize me. I will not lie in defeat upon the ocean floor. I will seize my strength within.
45 days strong, halfway to the rest of life.