A million
trillion ounces of water, A mammoth could float through the sea.
I’m the sea
bed lying calm and still, supporting the life with a fitting spree.
I silently
watch the pod of dolphins and whales, the sea-ferns and ships, afloat.
The burden
on my chest though kills me, I choose to continue support.
The
threshold of the sea-bed it is, its reaching there, slowly but for sure.
A time would
come that a crack would knock through me, spreading despair and no hope.
I’m the
daughter of the earth and refuse to quit and crack.
I pray for
strength from the almighty and tighten the screws around.
For it is
for the weak to give-up and not for me to drown. 
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