Seagoat Sense (poetry reading)

Seagoat Sense

summer 2019 

I dive into the
deep blue ocean
of who I am
and I don’t look

I drown in the
depths of women
who came

their souls
my spirit
and It
tends to their wounds.

Our dysfunction
stung by salt.
Our sins
washed by sea.

Why does this trauma remember me?
We never deserved this 
      did we?

Just like the ocean
there’s still so much
we do not know
our spirit

But then tomorrow
you’ll see

climbing a mountain
in search of spirituality —
the kind that holds me
the kind that cares

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