i taste the salt
fresh sea
trickling out of me
it peers out first
from the confines of my lids
and wonders what it did
to be awoken
with such force and emotion
to create this sadness potion
it realizes there is no turning back
it must march forward and then dive
to an unknown destination must it arrive
knowing it is not alone
it takes one last look behind
there are plenty more ready and lined
one by one they push
knowing the purpose but not the reason
for my swollen season...
s.m.
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