big salty ocean

below the waves sit the
immediate fear of where your soul
gets the power to keep going on through
sad times that should never have the power to
alter how you approach
little troubles wich should never
take down your amazing glowing positivity
you have found a way to swim
on top of the surface of liquid
cried out of the eyes of the
endless giants of the suffering of the ages
amassed and finding the low spot to flow into
now rise up and crush your anxieties

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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