Lungs
Lacking air,
Surrounded by water,
A storm approaches
To mix the sea
And the sky
Making my eyes glaze
Into darkness.
The depth I am to feel
In losing myself
Is the one I have
never felt;
Yet to come is the sun.
I wait for it crying,
I loved it tenderly,
I lost it wildly,
I miss it deeply.
Come, Sun!
Fill my bones with
metal
And my heart with
light
So I can walk again
And again as myself
I'll be able to rise.
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