i have heard
that right before a person drowns,
there is a moment of total and utter peace;
there is no pain and no panic,
the kind of gut-wrenching calm that blankets a town
after it has been ripped through by a tornado
i wonder if we are all drowning,
constantly flailing and splashing and gasping for breath,
thrashing around in the relentless water
that tries to swallow us whole;
and once we surrender our fight,
we will be enveloped in silence
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broken bones
Poetrybecause, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy