Foreign

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My words feel foreign

As if from a different women

I can’t speak of my pain

So she sits next to me

Brushing my hair

Peace covers me

Alludes me

Holds my hand

Comforts me

Tossing and turning in the endless sea

Maybe one day i’ll find the shore

Or maybe the shore will find me

M.A.P

The Essence Of Who I Am