drowning.

Posted on by thefeministwriterwhogoesmeh 
drowning.
drowning in a pool
infested by thoughts.
swishing,
pulling,
fish-like.
colorful.
blinding.
stop.

What am I? 
i am everything
that i am made of.
no,
not just the body
that ever-beating heart
the never stopping mind.

i am everything that i have 
experienced.
i am everything that i 
own.

i am my virtues,
i am my 
weaknesses.

this feeling of being me
is both
liberating
and 
suffocating.

i am floating
i am falling
i am
confused.

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