Wave
after wave
Deep calls to deep
The softest yet
Strongest force
Sweeps over me
All this gasping
Fighting for air
Searching for buoys
in the
Doubting and Prayer
Life is war
Fire and waves
Not flesh and blood
Candlit caves
In the wombs
Of the brave
Your soul and mine
Enveloped in sin
Waketh me when
We can finally be rid
of it outside
and in.
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Your poetry is beautiful! He has so gifted you & is using you! Thank you, Father God for the gift of Mikayla Dawn! 🙏🏼🤗🩷🤗🙏🏼