That was the river; This is the sea

desperation spins your gears
steeped within your blood for years

smells of sorcery, tastes of rot

darling strike while the iron's hot

familiar wind replete with charms

will raise your hair and seize your arms

it's all that you know how to breathe

your lungs will burn, your heart will seethe

each time that you relieve your debt

your love will scream 'till you forget

he's gasping, grasping for the hand

to haul you back by fear's demand

sugars of venom, soaking in deep

necrosis throbs so you cannot sleep

you stumble wildly into the blue

Ophelia's river, you lived it through

now carried by the sea's embrace

your own which gleams your mirrored face

washed ashore with treasures and glass

sunset reds and fair, green grass

gentle chaos will loosen lies

beneath soft watercolour skies

mend with copper, embellish with gold

face your sins and your truth will be told

compassion must include yourself

to nurture and restore your health

self-love imbues the new-found tonic

you'll daily drink for hurt that's chronic

now summon a fierce and healing hand 

to sketch your message in the sand

these words, a bed while you recover

you're still whole without a lover