Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


sometimes my head swims
leisurely, resting on its back
soaking up the warmth of the sun
at times my head treads troubled waters
miserably, mastering the
dead man’s float when i feel like i’m up to
my neck in fears and my is courage undone
like my life has run its boat ashore
no where more to venture to
except for my head to shake out
the water and let my thoughts
dry in the sand

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