waves wash over me
as I travel stormy seas
headed for a distant shore
where the living beings
have not walked before
I anticipate landfall
as I run out of life line
and I'll swim the last bit
apparently all by my self
alone...
The rain washes me
coldly and unjudgingly
it purifies my soul...
Sharks and dolphins surround
threatening and protecting
I have been baptized by life
it cuts quickly with a dull knife
then heals life's issue
closing the wounds
then proud tissues form
which leave scars
on my legs body and arms
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