I have felt eternity tickling my feet
through seaweed fingers -
how long have I been here -
I opened my eyes too late
camouflaged on the ocean floor
I touched the bottom of en-route ships
and avidly drank their trail
I collected anchors of past promises
Falling, as waves,
I survive, breathing
in a state of unconsciousness
and I would even derive some kind of bitter pleasure
if only those choices would not lead me, every time, to the same
a foregone conclusion.
I wish I did not embark
to this perfect life
in turbid darkness
and silence could not shake my heart.
I am the shield of the invisible beasts,
my skin is covered in spines.
If only I could stare at the ocean's surface
and hear the screams of the waves
are telling our histories.
Perhaps one day,
when the shores are asleep,
I will be singing for you.
Federica Giardino is a 2nd-year architecture student at the University of Strathclyde. She describes herself as having "this passion for the littlest things and moments; coffee breaks, sweaters' paws to hide your hands, finding notes in old books, train journeys sitting by the window. I am a writer and an artist, and I certainly am neither. But, little by little, I am learning what it means to believe in one's self."