A ship without a sail
little sense of direction
can’t pass closer inspection
crippled unintentionally
filled with remorse
time to drop anchor & rejoice
in the pleasure of present company
forsaking the past
for the future
free of my shackles
at long last
adrift toward the unknown
so alone & lost
in the darkness of my own mind


Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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