The currents of failure
Are amplified
And each method to forget
That I have tried
Is caught beneath the undertow
Of my mind
And as I struggle to the surface
Once again I find
That I never left the whirlpool
From which I fought so hard to be free
And the darkest recesses of myself
Crash down on me
Like the currents of an ocean.
Can one ever truly make a difference?
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
