seagoat sense

I dive into the
deep blue ocean
of who I am

and I don’t look

I drown in the
depths of
women who

their souls suffocate
my spirit

and It tends
to their wounds.

Our dysfunction
stung by salt.

Our sins
washed by sea.

Why does the trauma remember me?
We never deserved this
did we?

Just like the ocean
there’s still so much
we do not know

our spirit

but then
you’ll see It
climbing a mountain
in search

of spirituality —

the kind that holds me
the kind that cares

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