Tumult

This expanse
Stretches forth,
Seemingly
Unto infinity;
At once intimidating,
As it is welcoming,
To the embattled soul
That stands at the shore,
Watching the waves,
Beating against it,
Relentlessly.

Almost akin,
To the pangs
Of unceasing pain,
That rise in the depths
Of her belly.

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