This heart is an ocean,
deeper than
you'll ever surmise,
and the weight of the world
is below me
when I choose to
allow myself to rise,
yet my sorrow is
a solemn echo
to the things I'd rather forget,
and there are times
when my power
ebbs within me,
yet my tides will always
reset.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
