I am water digging a deep
channel
going back to where I've been
before
trenches of worry and doubt
deepening
with each passage I make
something
about familiar pain that
comforts
I rise I condense I fall
through a summer sky
seeing for miles only to return
to the
same cold dark hard channel
cut from stone wearing it down
just a bit deeper caught and
held
underground waiting again
to rise
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