Stay Afloat Poem by Faith Wood

I read into every word, every space,
every period, every syllable
the pauses in our speech are oceans apart
and I'm just a buoy,
barely boyant in a sea of sound
Can I keep afloat or will I slowly begin to
drown?
Moving without hesitation to the ocean floor
I wonder if it's worth it
to kick my legs to the surface
and break all the tension surrounding my body
I'd give anything to leave it all behind.

It's a broken arm that ceases to heal.
Locked in place, locked in mind-
so unnessicary.