Where do I draw the line when the tide keeps washing over the sand template the Earth has laid. How do I swim with the current when the undertow is rushing against my body. When do I learn to breathe in a world where they’re cutting off our source of oxygen.

I’m drowning and can feel my lungs filling with a new kind of life. The kind where I see my death as a reminder of the sacred and I humbly meld back within the earth. Her crashing waves hit shorelines and shape rock walls, accenting the cracks of a heart that wants to learn to listen.

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