we're so far gone,
so detached,
so disconnected,
so far away from shore.
how do we get back?
back to the base of the tree,
back to the roots,
back whole.
sure ships must sail,
snakes must shed their skin,
and birds must fly,
but doesn't the moon always finds itself full after all it's empty phases?
an endless cycle of losing and finding.
I guess we must trust the ocean's flow,
let it take us where we need to go,
and hope it'll help us grow,
into the being we're needed to be
if we ever go back home.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
