I read of your pain, and
pockets, stuffed unbearably
to the brim
of the sinking feeling
felt when you tried and,
dripping, failed
how you had drowned many
times before.
I learnt of your struggles,
thrust against the rocks,
for respect and equal standing
as your feet slipped and
the cold muddy grey
seeped in.
I read your intended
and your private
with joyless curiosity
that flooded me
in your sea of rippling
dissatisfaction.
You caressed the riverbed,
I learnt,
bobbed against the tide
in lacking education
thus poignantly were found.
I float
in your failure to disappear
– never to drink in success
long drunk in miserable irony –
against your will,
your fight was won.

Words & illustration by Hannah Sinclair Emadian, 2016.

© Hannah Sinclair Emadian and Generally Gothic, 2018. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Hannah Sinclair Emadian and Generally Gothic with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.