Neither made of steel
Nor of braided rope
Do I find these bonds
It is the capturing
Of the mind
That can be most corrupt
Control is as simple
As closing my eyes
Under the pier
Waves cover me
Sand breaking the shell
Salt healing my wounds
I have been “under water” for the last eight weeks. Sometimes work requires every ounce of my being. I may play hooky on Friday and breathe a little.
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oh the sounds of the waves and the feeling of each wave washing over your feet, as with each crest is pulls out all the stress and anxiety, leaving behind peace………….I love your poem……very relatable. I hope you are able to take a day of rest………..
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Thank you dear Wendi, I hope today is a good day for you!
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God bless you……I sure hope it gets better! 🙂
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I hope you’ll come out to the surface soon.
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Thank you Kat….I did, I did!
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I loved the video. 💛
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Thank you!
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