confused in a puddle
I paddle slowly through
past the sharp sunsets
smooth sunrises
barely avoiding icebergs
yearning to stand on solid ground
I gaze at it
wanting it more than anything
envisioning my life there
as I reach the shore
A final glance
at the large space behind
ripples like a gigantic smiley face
grant me permission
to get off and walk again
It’s crystal clear still
especially now
meant to be, meant to be
meant.
to.
be.
the icebergs, the scrapes
the dents, the gallantry,
the escapades
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