My Past

Discussing my past
Is a hard thing for me,
Because the violet sea,
Fear, holds me fast.
Discovering the wild 
And fleeting within me
Is harder than you think, see,
Because storms jolt my inner child.
While the waves bait me forth
And the winds ask me things
Sinister birds head north 
To find in me anxious feelings,
Yet I have to say,
I pay… and pay… and pay.

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