across an angry ocean of emptiness
my little boat floats
enduring sea sickness
and poor navigation
tossed by wind
whistling
from many directions
I mute my colors
pulling down my sails and my flag
it was a journey from one land to another
Now, it’s life on the sea
peaceful
in its protest
learning to love
the salty air
seagulls
screaming
above me
swirling currents beneath me
not needing to dock
in safety
it’s the sea
and
never there.
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