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No God or Religion, do I trust,
But, into these hot waters I step,
To exercise my own Baptism,
Or customary Exorcism.
Call it what you will,
It's all the same,
This ritual of mine,
Is a temporary refrain.
Cloaked in Aloe,
I temper and polish -
Until the dullness gleams.
Only these salt waters hear,
My endless silent screams.
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I Need An Adult
PoésieA passionate journey through the roller-coaster of my mind as I grapple with the challenges of being a mature student, older sister, writer, and mental health survivor. I will be uploading a new poem every Friday.
