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Grief
is a white noise,
threatening to claim me
in its rippling tides
as I cling to hope
with no anchor
save for a life raft.
Your voice breaks through
time and again
with that three-word sequence
and, like a lighthouse,
beckons me ashore
with new purpose in my legs.
is a white noise,
threatening to claim me
in its rippling tides
as I cling to hope
with no anchor
save for a life raft.
Your voice breaks through
time and again
with that three-word sequence
and, like a lighthouse,
beckons me ashore
with new purpose in my legs.
Written October 27, 2015. Basically I've been processing some things (which is never easy) and Jordan is amazing.
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