

A DEDICATION TO STORMY WATERS
Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in the sea.
I can barely breathe
And my lungs could burst.
Coming up for air
may take longer than a minute.
I am cliff
and the waves are beating against me
relentless and constant.
The limbs of the ocean
smacking me in the face.
The world all salt and water.
Void of earth and air.
My hair falls in tendrils.
Inky strands flowing in rivulets.
Moving with the sea.
I close my eyes
and count my heartbeats
that thunder and echo
so loud
signalling lost ships in lost waters.

WANDERER
Constantly travelling in inbetweens,
in the maybes, perhaps, possibly, and perchances.
Drifting here and there
and between states of being.
Wandering
yet to find the answer.

A LITTLE GAME OF TRUTHS AND DARES
Hearts dare to hope,
dare to dream,
dare to care,
and are sometimes dared to love.
Hands dare to hold,
dare to create,
dare to touch,
and are sometimes dared to help.
Lips dare to talk,
dare to sing,
dare to whisper,
and are sometimes dared to shout.
These are truths,
lovely treasures.
Some common,
some rare.
All are dared to be true.

Hope you guys enjoyed this blog post! Until next time.
Stay gold,
Anne
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