Emblazoned by undaunted youth,
too full of sap to see the truth,
I bristled with a lack of inhibition;
a brave explorer on a quest,
determined to bisect the crest
of every wave that circled my ambition.
I tried to reach beyond the sea
to hold you for eternity
and lavish you with blooms of pure devotion,
but every perfect petal browned,
then tempest tossed, I nearly drowned
and now I’m feeling sick from all the motion.
Are You Reading Me?
1 comment:
E-motion sickness can be cured by staying on the beach. Some of us just aren't meant to be sailing around or exploring unfruitful destinations. It seems to lead to frustration and unrealistic expectations. Or at least it does for me. Hope you're feeling better soon. I love your writing.
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