A pang, a spasm, reaches in,
it sits within my chest.
Breathing labours, heartbeat quickens,
I'm rising on this crest.
The waves they toss me high and low,
I waver to and fro,
exquisite misery pulls my heart,
a pain I pray won't go.
Only blossom, rising -
up from deep below
this wide Ocean, pulling -
the Current knows where to go.



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