The Essence Of Who I Am

I’m not writing

I’m sinking

The sand is comforting

Wrapped around my body

Like laying in bed for days

I feel trapped

Someone inside my head is telling me

Don’t write don’t write don’t write

But its bubbling up

I’m fighting

Clawing

Laying on the beach

Waiting for another wave to crash over me

Hoping that something other my own screams will fill my lungs

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