Jul 6
poetry dump
The water takes me whole and grips me tight in its hold.
Forcing my lungs- ‘till I taste a song I've never sung.
The salty bitter taste, over take and increased its pace.
The stinging thrust into cuts
No buts
No comfort
No whats
No trust.
The water turn to fire as the pain rate shoots up higher
My body is inflamed, feeling weak, and feeling shamed.
When the water settles it is worn out and it is gentle.
Like the storm had never shown
And the fits were never thrown.
The water hugs me tight, grip has loosened,
It feels light.
Storm clouds are out of sight
But I'll stay ready for the next fight.
