The storm brews,
Waves crash as the boat creaks and moans,
Rocking back and forth on the rough water,
Nausea plants itself in my stomach,
The ocean roads and I'm thrown in,
Thrashing for the surface,
My arms hang limp,
Exchanging oxygen for water,
I blink and I'm in the comfort of my bed,
My eyes focus on the ceiling,
Breath short as the tears slide down my cheeks,
Staining my pillow with fresh sorrow,
My mind reels,
Flooding my thoughts with fresh insecurities,
And I wonder,
When will I ever stop drowning.
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Poetry• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
