A poem by Patricia A.
I gaze at the shore
in the distance
with its promise
of soothing rest
under the shade
of palm trees
that will shield my wounds
from the searing sun,
and its promise
of cold, fresh water
that will stir and wake
my flesh, my mouth.
I gaze at the shore,
so distant—and still
it stirs my mind
and wakes my soul.
I gaze at the promise
in the distance,
and still I float,
paralyzed,
in a vast ocean
of razor blades.
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