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The Bottom

Days have come and gone
and yet my heart still feels incomplete.
Half there, half missing
as I embark on this journey
of endurance called life and self discovery.

I've managed to stay afloat,
to keep my head above water
even as the chaotic waves
        jerk
me
             around
   violently.

Constantly thrown                by the weight of
                               off track

the pressure I feel to make it.
So many times where I want
nothing more than to stop swimming...








Yes there are times when I want nothing more
than to sit it stillness
and wait as I see how long for those life
altering waves to consume me.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Will it be success or will it be one
disastrous storm after another,
destroying everything in its path until
there's no longer any hope to lose.

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