{"sf1_id":1793644,"sf2_id":"k1VlAWbm","title":"Poem: The Sea","author":"zetasyanthis","words":78,"posted_at":"2021-12-08T02:58:00.000Z","tags":["Desperation","Poem","Sad","mental health"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1793644-poem-the-sea","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VlAWbm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8e/86/8e86759e-1502-4b71-bb41-8cccbc70cd50","description":"#10 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis\n\nA sad poem about damage again.","content":"The body remembers;  \nthe soul forgets;  \nshe cannot withstand the pain.\n\nShe cannot protect;  \ncan't even remember;  \nher very own special name.\n\nShe dares not look up;  \nShe dares not look down,  \nin fear of what eyes will see.\n\nShe cannot look forward,  \nor back to the side,  \nfor fear of drowning in sea.\n\nA sea of emotions,  \na sea of despair,  \nshe paddles ever across.\n\nNo lighthouse, no beacon  \nno ship's passing light,  \nshe is forever lost.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"2021 Mental Health Crisis","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1793643-poem-for-my-dad.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1793651-poem-the-floor.json"}}