The iced marks replaced strings
Taking a deep breath I find myself at ease
The strings becoming my new home...
Body sore from the sea's journey
Struggling to move
I didn't want the past to restrain me
Nor its leftover marks to rule me
I didn't want the strings to be my home yet I was stuck in place
Finding comfort in the known
Instead of exploring the unknown
Enjoying the damp clothes
Instead of the fresh ones
Enjoying a feel I've been used to
Instead of warmth
Enjoying the marks left by the past
Instead of moving past them
I didn't want to stay here
I didn't want to be stuck here
I didn't want to remain in the past
Eyes closed
Deep breath
Strings
I've already made my first move
You won't drive me to madness
I am not going to throw away my hopes
I'm not going to lose myself to frustration
February 21st, 2019
