seagoat sense

I dive into the
deep blue ocean
of who I am

and I don’t look
back.

I drown in the
depths of
women who
came
before
me

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
about
ourselves

about
our spirit

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

of spirituality —

the kind that holds me
the kind that cares

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