A swim

In the abyss

a crevice of black

I curl my neck

ready to attack

With inked rapiers

in my claws

I slash and stab

hoping for renewal

 

Half awake

my sore back sprouts

through the surface

I got it out

My hands return

And I swim

towards the island

of wishful sanity

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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