I am not your property

I am your hostage
but you do not own me
I own nothing but the earth
and drowned gods
the fire one
the ice one
the one who opens chains
the one who closes cages

sorrow bleeds in cantatas and poems
I emerge, hungry
hold my head up high

you want me dead
I will play drowned for you but hold my breath
let water come
let waves carry me
I'll surf that huge one
and will conquer
and will conquer
I did much breath holding and playing dead to survive, too much. Powerful poem! Thank you for sharing.

It was surreal how your words hit me, as I was 3 or 4 yo when my older bro showed me that kind of underwater horror show.