The Survivor

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She really did feel like the ocean now, expanding, having been washed

on the inside of her body, and free, minus some foam here and there, with

fear lingering, and her hair gone. Her spirit was stronger now than ever,

and her faith lifted her, so she often sang

the Psalms as intended.

      

And he was always there with her, by her side determined to fight

chasing away the grimace of death, they often talked

as two spirits becoming one, healing each other.

and walking now along the beach,

grateful for the waves.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

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