Time holding it forcibly
below the surface.
Drowning, fighting for life.
Always hidden, never forgotten.
Screaming to be released
The king of all, pushing others down,
taking its strength from within.
Freed from years of capture, it rushes
over, like the tide races over sand.
Slowly, gathering pace, waves growing,
cleansing. Acknowledged, accepted
not held in contempt.
Promises made, meant, no longer
mine alone.
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