My Tent, A Poem

 

Sea splits inside me

blinding waves crash up against the lining

I seek a tent that no longer exists

Replaced with pills and pain

I am

Blessed with a body

Cursed with the pain

The sum of my ancestor’s actions

Comes to fruition

Every time I prove

The potential within me.

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