The Weight of Water – A Poem

I am made of water.

It runs within the blood

that flows under my skin.

My body is heavy with it,

carrying this weight

of unshed tears.

I try to find something

to make my cry,

let the tears slide from my eyes

as if a wish is contained

inside each one.

Instead, when I close my eyes,

I can hear the song

of the waves within me.

They are part temptress

and part siren,

calling me to explore

the other regions of myself

at the same time

as pulling me under

the water.