My life comes crashing down the waves,
Soaking it away from the world,
Breath, I wish I could,
But, the skirt of blue in out of reach,
So far from light I walk,
So far out of touch I sit,
So far out of line I am,
Perhaps, I’m not as strong as I believe,
Gravity does have a force on me,
I can’t fly,
Though, I wish,
I never believe

I hear a lot of pain in this, perhaps mixed feelings of what your character's, life amounts to, and it comes across poetic, but brief, almost as if one is afraid to touch those waters you speak of, here, perhaps afraid to touch life?
Anyway, there is a lot here that I think many may interpret differently, but I enjoyed the read, coming from my warped perspectives, and unique insights, this write is intriguing.

Blessed Be!
Aiyana