Surfacing with nothing but name

Only enough strength to save self
I gave you your strength as mine crumbled.
Adrift, drowning
Nothing for me, I gave you everything
Lost in your ocean,
Beaten down in your waves…
Surfacing with nothing but name.
Reduced to twigs, driftwood,
Scattered along the shore.
Starting from nothing,
It’ll be harder
Knowing that; that is wisdom enough.

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every saint has a past & every sinner has a future
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