Poem | tipping the bucket

EV Fairy Tale Top Div

closed in on all sides
water rolling in swiftly
my ivory tower
turned out to be
an isle of isolation
i can’t swim my way out
of this one situation
tipping the bucket
yet i refuse to drown
instead i choose to
bloom
i won’t ever go down
if there is a way up

EV Fairy Tale Bottom Div

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