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Just Stay.

 

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{Photo credit: Zhi Yi Cham}

 

 

Don’t fight,

if it tires you.

Let it overwhelm,

it is she who holds you.

Don’t swim

against the currents,

if it exhausts you.

Let the gushing stream

buoy you.

Linger in this vehicle

that gravitates

towards the ocean.

Let it take you

to the depths

of her sun-soaked waters;

let it prune your skin

with the salt of your tears

and the salt of the sea

and all that’s in between.

Come out to the sea,

swim in the memories.

Fear not of drowning

for she will gift you

with the strongest mermaid’s fin.

With it and with her,

you will traverse

the seabed of all that’s past.

Linger now,

because you must.

Make vacation

of this grief.

Recollect

this insurmountable amount

of seashells

of memories.

Put your ear

to conch shells

and listen

for the echoes

of conversations,

of tender, caring whispers,

reminder of love traded

between you and she.

Take it all,

let it all take you.

One day,

you will be ready.

And that day,

you will be steady

in your decision

to exchange fin for feet.

Your home

will always be the beach

but there,

you will not live.

Once in a while,

you will peruse

this album

of what once was grief.

You will go to the beach,

let sand bury your feet

and imagine

what once was fin.

You will go to the beach

and reminiscent

as waters kiss your feet.

Walk along the shoreline,

watch the pull and push of waves,

dance with her,

as she dances with you

from the moon, sending waves.

Teasing the tip of your toes,

watching you skip on sand.

It matters not,

on earth or moon,

your heart,

she would always

cradle in her hand.

Lay down on golden bed

and watch the sun set.

Out she comes

from behind veil of light,

and you will finally understand.

Understand then

that the ocean of hurt

has become

your sea of strength.

Discover then

that pain will fade

and so may memories.

But sun-kissed

and salt-soaked,

you will see,

while the grief wanes

and memories turn groggy,

all that matters

is this that remains,

the irrefutable

love that has come to pass

that is now and forever

irrevocable.

Understand this then.

For now,

here in the

gulf of grief

the warmth

of her embrace

retains.

For now,

if you must,

because you must,

just stay.

*****

ZhiYiChamZhi Yi Cham — or you can call her Z — has wanted to be a writer since the age of 9. You can find her attempting to capture the essence of all that surrounds when she is not trying her hardest to understand her property courses at university (but to no avail). She daydreams of the day she breaks free and hops down pages, her footsteps stained with ink. At the moment, her daily dose of medication for surviving comes in the solace of writing poetry and expelling every ounce of passion she could possibly summon into the cause of youth leadership. She has done so for the past 4 years through the youth-run organisation, AIESEC, in both Kuala Lumpur and Adelaide. 21-year-old Z only aspires to be the bringer of lovely to the world. You can follow her attempt at lovely through her blog.

 

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