Cartography
When wave after wave
Of your Divine atmosphere
Wash over my crumbling world,
Slowly mending this
Soft land
Back into what i am
Supposed to be.
Whole, but with scars
From where i’ve fallen apart before.
This map of a body,
With perfectly placed paths,
Leading to far away horizons.
And when you are finished restoring me
i’ll break apart all over again, waiting for
The next wave to hit me,
Full Force.
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