A call to a rhythmic encasing womb
Echoes heard beneath this shroud of armor
The spirit revived in a liquid tomb
A world above gone and all its clamor
A salty friend has beckoned from within
With oxygen held I begin to sink
Sweat swimming off this gold and darkened skin
Eyes squeezing shut into a frozen blink
To emerge each step upon molten sand
Warm crunchy tiny bits between my toes
As water recedes and returns the land
A summer’s water washing of my woes
A call of rebirth for my child within
A summer's heat alluring call to swim
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Debra Debek
Writer enthusiast, poetry lover, using my voice to unravel a complicated life and a complicated mind of one human life sharing experiences of all human lives.
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