Vienna

Vienna wishes to be the ocean To drown in it, To feel its steady waves instead of her own heartbeat, To have something gentle cradle her for once. For she saw the storms that could emerge— She saw her father’s rage, her mother’s silence, Their sins weighing heavy on her shoulders. Always taking the hit, drying the tears, wiping the blood, Never realizing her  tears made a pool of their own. And when she finally looked down, She found that the ocean she so desperately yearned for Had been inside her all along. And every time she no longer had the strength to fight for air, It was her own tide that pulled her back up.