blogging, life, thoughts

Swimming

Turned inside out

From a 26 year drought

It’s drowning

It’s pounding

I’m swimming like

I can’t take a bite

Of air over the grave

That is the ocean wave

It’s fighting

I’m biting

But I’m surviving

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