My feet can’t touch the bottom.
I’m working so hard to keep my head up.
Those that had my back for so many years.
Let me rephrase that –those that I thought
cared- have left me all alone in the sea.
My arms are getting tired and just
when I think I will give into the deep.
A calm washes over me.
As the waves lap over my toes where
I’m sitting in the sand.
I look out from my chair into the deep
that almost claimed me.

Kimber Michaela 2017

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