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Jul 2013
And if I lie as still as I can be,
my thoughts are still as violent as the sea.
Reliving every broken moment,
with flowing pen and bended knee.

These waves refuse to stop their crashing,
no matter how desperate my plea.
I feel the murky water splashing,
I feel it brush me so gently.

I swore I’d point your ship towards harbor,
knowing that you’d leave me behind.
But now I wish I led you farther,
to where peace and hope align.

These rugged hands will feel the warmth
as they move slowly in the sand.
Before I untie the raft I made,
and drift out just as I had planned.

And if I lie as still as I can be,
my thoughts are now as quiet as the sea.
As every shipwrecked vessel passes,
I make my home in the debris.
Chris
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   Alysia Michelle
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