A Poem - Immersed

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Immersed

And there was
the day
when I had been drowning
for so long.
Barely breathing,
choosing the struggle.
Then
I looked
at my brother
sleeping
on the cold hard ground
below me.
I would have
marveled
at his ability to float,
If I hadn’t’ve found myself,
feet on the ground.

Breathing.

Published on Rue Scribe




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