I’ll fight

“As tides come and go, time goes on,
And I know we all move on,
But I keep thinking on and on
About all that, so far, is gone.

My quintessential quest
To figure where I’m at
Has gone sour as I both lost
Myself and my north.

Dreams covered in dust,
My inspiration losing its touch –
I fear words will run far, far away
To find a better poet with whom to sway.

So I stay at bay, close to earth,
Too afraid to brave the open sea
Where I’ll find no quick safety,
No arms, no heart, to keep me in.

I’m alone, on my own,
And my bravery is set in stone,
But even as I’m cold to the bone,
I’ll fight to find, within me, my home.”



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