My Question
I'm the dove
fallen from heaven
selflessly quiet
undeserving of my own worth
giving compassion to everyone but me
my ups force me down, crashing down
my mind the flooded sea
chained to short grasps of breath
crisp air, my necessity
the sea pulling me back
its currents overpowering, strength overbearing
when will my soul be swallowed?
sweet relief.
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