Poetry

Stagnant Water

my body isn’t mine dawn and dusk

it belongs to the restlessness

the tomorrow never comes

only the in betweens are mine to control

my imperfections are mountains

i am climbing myself

rain is boring into my back

water is filling me up

i am too heavy

the slippery stones give

but the ground doesn’t want me

i attempt to fly

i am at the edge looking into the stomach of time

i don’t see wings but i have faith?

i imagine flapping

i take a leap

i fall

the ground doesn’t want me

my soul is a stagnant water

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