Escape
...Solitary on my raft
Drifting peacefully away from the anguish towards sanctuary
The land becomes distant and harder to see.
Hurt subsides gradually and security softens my body
as the expanse ...
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Categories:
burdenless, boat, depression, ocean, peace,
Form: Free verse
Third Degree Gurns
...I do this each year, usually November
The box is heavier than I remember
I lift off the lid, inhale the odour
First it's the Yardley my Dad used to wear
A giant birthday card, a 21st treat
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Categories:
burdenless, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme