Anathema
ready to rock, i march
to school
and climb into my little
trench
it all seems
sometimes
pointless when
you are but one
in a sea
anathema to your
soul
but then another
hand
parts the
waves
the salt air
becomes lighter
and you breathe
again
knowing there
are others
submerged
who
guard the
eggs
no matter
what.
Happy Easter
with love to my peeps.
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