There is a roaring ocean inside me.
It does let up from time to time,
but there are days I am left
shipwrecked and stranded.
It’s hard to see how it’ll all be okay
when I’m marooned on an island
in the ocean inside my chest,
but on I press
because what other option is there?
That ocean of yours…
that island of yours…
Yeah, they’re scary as hell, because they conspire to keep you separate.
They also keep you You.
That’s your way through.
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Beautiful poetry.
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In your spirit, we find hope. Brilliant poem.
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You’ve used a lot of my favourite images and words here – turning darkness and depression into beautiful poems is what it’s all about. Great work!
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Thank you!
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