In the frothy sea of self-loathing
I floundered and drifted,
Like a dead piece of wood,
Like a straw that stayed afloat
Because it had no weight,
Like the hollow bones of a bird
Wings devoid of feathers
Plucked out by itself.
I called out to her to save me
To pull me out into her soft arms
And cradle me in her tender breasts.
She said: I have no sympathy
For you, nor time to indulge
Your sorry false self. It’s you
I love, and I need your love,
So you better swim out of this hell.
And slowly, painfully, I did.
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after so long
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