A crystalline cloth of undulating liquid mantels the dessert bowl.
Beneath the surface, a crib has a precious life to hold.
Every wave's a lullaby that calms from head to sole
until the tempest. We never reap what we sow.
Now ocean water streams from gateways of the soul.
With every hit the seabed rips and reveals its knolls.
The sea inside creeps away for cracks that will cajole
water to seep through its veins and drown the child below.
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A Collection of my Poetry
الشعرTLDR I was a very outspoken, creative, extraverted child with many passions and hobbies. As a young adult, now navigating my 20's with anxiety and depression, I know that I am excruciatingly different than my childhoodself for many reasons that wher...
