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Feb 2015
There’s a part of me cares
Like a mother to her child
For every ache, blemish, and bruise
Quiet, but determinedly anxious
When there’s beating in my body
Bubbling up on the ocean floor
Growing loud and reaching upward
Pulling me from this gross sea cove
It squeezes me when we break the surface
Begging me to take a breath
So I open to my savior
And release a mess that stains me
Warm, I settle into the foam
I finally feel better now
Thank you, my caring soul
Is up for revision. Maybe updated later.
Written by
Jadzia Matthews  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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