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crouched, arms around knees

the tide tugs at something within me

the shore stretches endlessly

the ocean laps gently at my feet

I am humble before it



this is how you find me, your child

as I long for a further shore

You are not alone...

my soul stirs



But I am alone...



confused and afraid

I ask for my pain to be taken

and alternately (shamefully) that my life be taken...

I am tired... your child is tired...

Eyes shut tight, arms holding tighter, body shaking, self frighteningly intact

Be with me, please, be with me...

I cannot keep the tears from falling,

as the child who never cried for herself at last begins to do so...