Riding Rising Waters

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By Jourdan Lobban •


It was endless 

The sea of self-doubt

Rejection

Beating me 

With its ruthless water 

Every chance it got 

 

It was brutal

How it told me 

Over and Over

“You’re bad,

Worthless. 

Rude,

Evil, 

A sinner who needs saving.”

All the while 

I hung my head low

Taking blow 

After blow 

Hoping for an end 

Knowing full and well

That I had no control over that

 

For every hit

For every assault 

There were wounds 

Bleeding into the sea 

My tears took the space 

Where my confidence used to be

Volcanic eruptions of anger 

Burned away my innocence 

Stole any sense of security 

I could have been put in heaven 

And I still would have felt unsafe 

My cries for help 

Were only heard by the void 

Forever surrounding me 

 

I felt bodies pile around me 

Loss was my new friend 

My body grew numb to death

But it was living in pain 

That terrified me


Jourdan Lobban is a goddess with an edge. She aims to live life in all of its rising tides and calm waters, with some books, writing journals and dancing to a variety of clean (and mildly explicit) music.

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