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Overcoming

Writer's picture: Cait YakopinCait Yakopin

Leaning against the shower wall,

As the tear falls from my right eye and matches the warmth of the water

I stare ahead.

In confusion I bury my face in my pruned palms.

The pain comes in waves,

The sadness of a polluted ocean,

I am the ocean.

I wish to be the speck on the wall,

Naïve to emotion.

Then again, to be numb is empty.

So I’ll sit and embrace the pit in my stomach,

As I reflect upon brighter days,

Pretending the warmth of the water is sunshine beaming on my skin.

The ocean is me, but I, not it.

The sun and I are one.

The ocean cannot touch me.


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