Pacific
Updated: Nov 5, 2021
Featured in Volume 3!
A poetry submission, written by Marilù Ciabattoni
I’m walking to the Pacific.
I’ve longed so much
For this moment.
Years and years,
I waited,
And I am waiting
Still.
Sitting here,
I’m looking at the Pacific
With my mind’s eye,
The only way I can see.
My actual eyes –
The ones you see –
Are blind.
Escapism,
I once read,
The desire to de-associate,
The rejection of reality.
I wish this wasn’t real
This is not my life,
This is not my choice.
Someone calls me,
I don’t pick up.
Someone’s looking for me
But I don’t care.
I lost all I had –
All I wanted –
On the shores of the Pacific.
Next time I’ll know,
I won’t care anymore.
The world keeps spinning
And I’m still here.
I wish I could spin too.
Marilù Ciabattoni is a writer, editor, and translator based in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. She studied English Literature and Creative Writing in Rome, Italy, and she’s now working as a Communications intern and a freelancer. Her creative work was featured on various zines like Cordelia Magazine, Unpublished Magazine, and Bloom Magazine, as she continues publishing fiction, poetry, and nonfiction on a regular basis. You can find her at @artkills_ on Instagram.
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