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I felt the foot of the storm, its muscular body pressing down on my soul the waves' white spray crashing towards the sky and spattering shine upon the storm's chest. The giant held me down to the edge of the water and the air until I could not breathe freely, my will to live like anger on the periphery but not completely subdued. The turmoil of being in discord with you worse than the feeling of drowning but I held my loyalty to you and grappled with the storm until finally it passed and I was able to rise from the ocean to be with you again. |
Copyright ©2019 Ashi Shadow - 9/11/19 on Shweta.
Considered other options for the last line and also considered making it slightly longer.
It is a poem on discord and the storm is obviously a personification metaphor.