What Am I
Frothing, Churning
The liquid inside me
Tries to Escape
I stay closed
And toss about
My Load all the more.
The weight of the Load
Made of sodden fabrics
Is nothing compared
To my Strength
I toss about mercilessly
Soaking, Tumbling,
I am undefeated.
What Am I?
Copyright © Mary White | Year Posted 2014
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