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  • Emily Ellet


i can feel it rising the ocean of bilious emptiness sweeping away my peace i thought i’d built on rock

it’s these days at home restless in my “relaxation” a song, winter light, anything pulls me under

and I’m drowning in memories

i mourn who i was and who i’ve been and who i might have been and mostly who I am now

trapped beneath the thrashing, roiling waves smashed against the jagged, searing memories breathing salt tears and tears

where will i wash ashore this time

#Poetry #divorce #depression #Water #therapy #grief #ocean #identity #Oregon

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