creating me [using words]

Grief, the Lonely Voyage

Loneliness stretches
before me like a sea.
I step into the ship,
settle in
to its bowels,
for I will cross
this ocean and ride
her waves.

Seasick I cry
myself to sleep
and I dream:

When I get to the shores
a gentle crowd
awaits me with signs
and flowers and bear hugs
I’m so glad
you are there
when I step off
the big empty vessel
made for one.


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creating me [using words]

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The thoughts and writing of Lucas M. Land


creating me [using words]

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