Beneath still waters lies a creature not known even by the preacher
Bubbles ripples
She immersed under the weight of an enormous mass
Tired from carrying the weight of an ass
Could this be a hidden curse ?
Struggling to breathe sinking further beneath
The fear of opening up , fear of straightening up , option of giving up
Choosing to conceal the pain , having a secret aim
Her name brought her fame , afraid of facing shame
The upthrust couldn't withstand nor the earth crust retain what she purposed to attain without being certain
A healthy flower withering before it could bud
Her reflection diminishes as her memory vanishes
Optioning to share is choosing to care
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