i might have cried for days, but now that seems light-years away.

You didn’t have to pull me from this sinking ship, but your hands clenched my wrists and dragged me from the depths and for a moment i could breathe, caught between the turmoil above and below. tossed and turned by these waves that still crash on shore in the light of day, they pummel me with blow after blow. my eyes are crusted shut with sand and blood and tears and the pulsing of these oceans is all that i can hear, even the sound of my heartbeat is drowned out in its cadence. the pain comes bit by bit as i realize i’m alive and my eyes struggle to open. the daylight on these beaches illuminates the breaking apart of all i’ve ever loved upon these rocks, this ship i built and sailed alone. this grief is tumultuous, rocking me to and fro and i am lost inside it again and again, but some spark of vision lights upon my eyes and then i see you. you offer no words, no answers in your eyes deeper than any depths i’ve ever seen. your steady grip eases me upright and you sit upon the beach with me, the storm subsiding but the waves still crashing, the pain still throbbing and you don’t open your mouth to speak but i know that you know, that you have seen many such shipwrecks and pulled many lost souls to safety. your silence is enough as you sit upon this beach with me and help me breathe.