Poem 45: The Sponge
- Amber Ambrose
- Nov 2, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 16, 2023
I am a sponge
Relenting
Raging
Weeping
Contorting
Wringing
Releasing the pain
Liberating the soul
To fill the holes
Once swelling with
Someone else’s expectations
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I'm feeling this one.