The Water Remembers - Poem

"The Water Remembers"

She never drank from silver taps,
Or bathed beneath the rain,
The ocean’s song, a lullaby,
That filled her heart with pain.

She’d flinch at drips from broken pipes,
And tremble near the shore,
Each ripple whispered something dark—
A tale she’d heard before.

Neighbors said she was unwell,
A ghost beneath her skin,
With wild eyes that watched the clouds
And cursed the tide within.

They mocked her when she sealed her tub,
And boarded up the drains,
She swore that water wasn’t clean—
It ran with ghostly veins.

She’d mutter, “It can climb the walls,”
“They flow where blood once bled,”
“Don’t let it touch you when it speaks—
It drags back all the dead.”

They found her one October night,
Pale fingers gripped with dread,
Her eyes locked on the bathroom sink—
The faucet softly bled.

No wounds, no marks, no signs of harm,
Just water on the floor…
And when they checked her history—
They found the home before.

A drowning, years and years ago,
A sister pulled below,
The pipes had gurgled out her name,
When no one else could know.

And now it seems the water waits,
For those it didn’t take—
It speaks through taps and puddled glass,
It stirs when mortals wake.

She feared it not from madness…
But from memory too deep—
For water never truly dies…
It only lies in sleep.