5:22 pm
With words I used to seek shoulder and shelter
A place I had found in my teens
We were together and ironically, it made me feel whole
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I grasp now but nothing touches my fingers
Perhaps I have lost its magic
Lacking the innocent inspiration
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It had come so easily
As natural as waves crash and retreat from shore
As endlessly as leaves receive light
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I had hoped to rediscover that pleasure
To become drunk in its deep comfort
Even a means to define the self
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I’ll keep trying just to gift myself some purpose
If I don’t find it here,
I would be entirely defeated
