a wave knocks me down
i struggle to stand
to breathe
to regain my footing
but before i can
another one comes for me
out of air
unaware
which way is up
which is down
lungs screaming
eyes burning
let me out i say
i don’t want to go this way
the water suddenly recedes
as if the waves can hear my cries
they calm
from a storm
that almost never was
and yet i am scared
i am torn apart
i have suffered the consequences
while the clear blue
moves on in peace
forgetting there was a ever
a war with me
while i still ache to find air
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Alejandra Mora Hendler
Mother, wife & author. My poetry chapbooks and novella are on amazon. A free chapter of the novella is right here on vocal, and my new book Jasper & Sunny will be released here first one chapter at a time!
www.alejandramorahendler.com
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By Hannah Moorea day ago in Psyche
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