a poem about living

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I feel like a sailboat

rocking out

in choppy seas,

my sails coming so close

I can see those

in the calm underworld.

I wonder why I’m chosen

to weather out the storm

when there’s so much peace

on the other side.

But in the distance

I see the sun

talking to the horizon,

and I know I’m

still here to find

out the words they


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