Overflowing emotion runs through my veins,
And like a flood gate,
It opens at the worst times,
Cascading down and taking everyone with it,
Reminding me I am a slave to the flow of the current,
Taking me which ever way it deems most important,
Sailing on the tides,
We find you waiting,
As though you knew exactly where we’d wash up,
And for the shores that bury themselves in my thighs,
The sand gathering and falling around me,
I stand tall,
As though not underwater by the overwhelming symptoms,
Reaching for your hand,
To guide me to the other side.
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