Waves
I know the waves are coming for me
Waking up later and later
Resisting to get out of bed
Curtains closed
Don’t let that light in
Keep it dark
Think on my thoughts
Shower me with gloom
The doom of darkness
Seeping through me
My veins run hot
Blood pouring out
These thin slices
Remind me
The decisions once made
Waterfalls cascade
Rocks I fall unto
I break my back
The release of tension
Water flowing over me
No air to breathe
Thoughts washing over me
No light to see
I’m beaten and broken
These waves come for me.
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Find beauty in your growth, each step you take is a pebble creating mountains. You will overpower all to acquire that you desire n require. Have blind faith in urself bcos you will succeed. ... The spaces in between . . . imperfections of growth reaching towards Zion continuing tradition creating habit flower blooming I am alive. 🌸
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