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Abagail Young Poem
Drunk on the ocean.
That's what I am.
Swallowed by the shallow shores I lie...
Desperate cooling claws lure me into that tsunami.
Yet the singing sirens pull me into a different danger.
One of light, extravagance, and love...
An alerting realm of unforeseen outcomes.
Love...
One where the soft tune of joy could drown the pounding alarm of trecherous tides.
The tide pool could feel so lovely.
Still, I sit like a sunken ship.
Full of treasure yet unopened, disregarded, and desolate.
Lit with only the glimmer of unforeseen potential left drowned in an oasis.
That paradise...
The one I seek.
Will it find me?
Wave me into its warm, sandy arms?
Or will the salty sea awaken a chest of forgotten feelings?
The answer will not find me...
So I drink the ocean once more.
Copyright © Abagail Young | Year Posted 2026
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Abagail Young Poem
While most tread the beat of the world in tepid motion
I run in rhythm with its tune.
Thump...
The blood pulses from the vessel above
Flick...
Rapid motion riddles the melody
Coursing unwavering focus overtakes
Seeps...
Overcomes...
A fluid of such awakening arrives
One of awareness so atoned to the world it rotates with the soil of mortality
Heaving heavy breath, in time with waves of wastage.
Drowning the echoes of whispering unbelief
I rise...
Rise in being
Rise in vitality
Rise in existence
Soul, spirit, body...
I rise...
I fall...
I live...
I survive in the absence of creed.
Copyright © Abagail Young | Year Posted 2026
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