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You can read the explanation of my poem at the bottom if you'd like, but there will be spoilers! Consider yourself warned.
I. Drowning
If only drowning were this easy,
to lose control and gulp the emptiness.
I could fling my arms and kick my legs.
My chest could heave.
But I'll cushion my head against the pillow of the waves
and roll within their steel embrace.
With fingers intertwined, they pull me
backwards
forwards
and around.
What's up may now be down.
I'll only travel sideways.
I'll only hear the whispers of the waves.
I'll only see with misted sight.
I'll only smell the salt and brine.
I'll only taste the crashing cold.
I'll feel only .
Spoiler Warning!
One could read this as a literal interpretation of Bella's close encounter with death and drowning, but I also chose to represent the act of drowning with the emotional cathartisim that she succombs to after Edward leaves. Rather than persue Edward or try to pick up the pieces of her life, basically to take any sort of action, she becomes passive numb to the world around her.
