Somatic Struggle

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The seams of my soul are coming undone; the wrinkles of my life, an expression of none.

The seams of my soul are coming undone;

the wrinkles of my life, an expression of none.

I smooth the surface of the raging ocean within;

in search of a mirror to reflect my true sin.

Oceanic currents, now running flat;

an infinite pane, of now shattered glass.

The depths that comprise this broken mirror;

overwhelm my eyes, flooding them with tears.

The deeper this pond grow, the surer my swim;

and for it so, I'm drowning within.

Washed up on the shore, where the present meets the past;

where lost oceans, steal kisses from the land.

Horizonward I gaze, my eyes then behold;

a lost prisoner, of my secrets untold.

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