Transformations beneath the Surface

The journey to self-love is complicated.

I’m better than I was before
Even possessed of a body sore
What little here remains
Gives me strength to give a name

To the things that bind
Me down to the land
Befuddle the senses
Ruin my plans

Why am I still broken
Or so I feel
What keeps me down
What is the appeal

I don’t like my face
My voice or hair
Pointing knives at mirrors
Steel meeting my stare

Why can’t I change
Into a cocoon
Shifting between phases
Just like the moon

I’ll hang over the world
Blessed with a loving eye
Just need add water
To pull in the tides

Of appreciation for growth
It comes in bulk
Alone on the beach
Eager to soak

Sand burning my palms
Waves rising so high
This place would be fitting
For me to die

Unresolved feelings
Of who I am
Now under the ocean
Inside the missing man.

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