by X. Ho Yen
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19 Oct 2022:
I was a bubble in the deep, polluted sea
end the crushing darkness, please
but it held me so tightly
frightened and ignorant
of other bubbles and the too slow rise
toward a completely different existence
above the waves and on winds comprised
of fellow freed bubbles
driven by sunshine
to defy gravity
Notes:
I just watched a movie that had several suicides, and it never addressed the basic idea of reprogramming one's neurons. I spent many years in suicidal ideation, so this isn’t armchair commentary. The characters in the movie were literature & poetry types. It seemed like they should've been reading psychology instead of poetry.
Ironically, this drove me to write a poem about such things, in an attempt to capture my personal knowledge that there actually is a way out even when you're convinced there isn't.
My haiku for Spring 2023:
Unrequited love
of food; mortality wants
an android body.