With every breath she took,
she swallowed saline water,
and the images of her childhood,
which made surviving harder.
She found serenity in her sorrows,
floating with the waves,
she became the sky,
lightyears from a grave.
She feels like she has so much to say,
like how complete you feel when your illuminated by the suns rays,
how beautiful it is to plant a flower,
and watch it grow,
even if the process is slow.
Her hurdles became minimal,
In comparison to the world,
this had to be the hardest virtue,
she’s ever come to know.

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