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drift [poem]

I refuse to make concrete plans anymore
because I don’t remember
what trust is
what hope feels like
I’m not upset though
just that soft sort of apathetic
the one that makes everything feel neutral
vague and grey around the edges
I’m not being cynical
I know that good things happen
and I’m worthy of those good things
I know that
but it’s so much easier to drift unguided
than to try to take the wheel
and crash my own dreams into failure
better to be the sea glass
polished by a rough ride across the ocean floor
than to be a boat
wrecked on life’s stubborn shore


bookdragon, poet, witch

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