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Fighting The Current
As I spiral out and lose control
I catch a glimpse of your smirk
This wasn't in my capabilites
You purposely broke me
A power trip for your sick obsession
Of always playing victim
Never held accountable
You slip through the cracks
Leaving me to lose my footing
I slip backward into nothing
No future
No solid ground for me
I will flit and float to appease you still
I will bite my tongue
While you speak endless lies of me
Hold my head high and hug my kids tight
As I fight the current to keep them from drowning
I will fight to breathe
To tread water
To save them from your atrocities
So that maybe they can one day find calmer seas
This poem is raw and
This poem is raw and powerful; flowing like a confession caught in a storm. There’s an aching weight in the voice,
but also defiance threaded through the pain. It could be a story of someone not just surviving betrayal,
but finding fierce purpose in the fight for their children’s peace.
And the final image:“so that maybe they can one day find calmer seas,” seems to strike like a silent vow.
It's harrowing and beautiful all at once. The metaphor of drowning becomes something more than just water:
it’s emotional erasure, injustice, gaslighting, and yet the speaker clings to truth and love as lifelines.
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