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I learned to live as I drown
My father saved me from drowning
But now I get that feeling
As I breathe this putrid air
I am drowning
But am I free?
Darling won’t you come to me?
Is what you’re penning just for me?
Sweet and soft and a red dynamic
Symphony
If it is just say, “Lemon citrus honey bee”
And I’ll be back up
Getting that standing, dead, dark water from my chest
And let my muse from that trauma center
To be soft and warm
To carry our hearts to a promise land
Of soft daffodils on a canoe made of something deeper than bliss
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About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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