Feeling like a dead fish

When you're feeling 
Like a dead fish 
That washed up on shore, 
Out of some cesspool 
Like hell below, 
And hell over, 
Because there is death 
In the water, 
Just be. 
The fish decays 
And sinks in the ground 
Where flowers sprout. 
Actually, they'll thrive 
Because you died, 
And beauty arises 
From the muck and mire. 
You have overcome, 
You have been remade, 
And now you are more, 
Splendid indeed.

© 2020 Loly Rinn
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