above water when life has me sputtering
through a surfeit of stuttering waves that
drag me down into a deepening despair.
Laughter is the sun that dries my wet
bones and the wind that deposits me
on the white sands of self-acceptance
even when I am my own worst enemy.
through a surfeit of stuttering waves that
drag me down into a deepening despair.
Laughter is the sun that dries my wet
bones and the wind that deposits me
on the white sands of self-acceptance
even when I am my own worst enemy.
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