Tides
I was reaching for something in-between.
I was always hitting my head on the ceiling,
or trying to scrape the dirt off my teeth.
Plummeting from meteors that were just within my reach,
envious of stability.
Waves rocking my boat,
harsher still,
even when there was no storm.
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