by Laura Howat
Been walking on a rocky beach tearing apart my tender feet to find soft sand would be so sweet Follow the shore along crying fat tears I mourn wailing into my constant storm Too many traumas go forward bitterly committed to my trail of misery can’t shake ancestral history Can I let go my need to be in rain melt into seawater get free of pain stop marching toward an earthly grave let go my heart into the wave Leave disasters on receding shore in peace float away now released Waves rock me keep me warm perhaps I can transform
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