Recovery Poem by Allison Wilkinson
Recovery
I'm buried beneath the ever shifting sand
So please come drag me out with your calloused hands
Calm me to the soul crushing waves
Guide me to the chance of being saved
If you let me drown
I might land on solid ground
A place so silently found
Dear God, don't make a sound
Just guide me down, down, down
Ocean decompose me for the poets
Ocean compose me and let my soul in
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8/28/2026 9:39:04 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Dear God, don't make a sound Just guide me down, down, down.sadness and depressive moods when it turns into diction...... poem.. thanku. tony