Weathering
Bobbing, lost a sea
Every direction leading nowhere
Dreading, the darkness
For the only thing worse than this confusion
Is the inability to see it's reality
Closterphobic, blindness brings unbearable weight
Bobbing, peacefully in the daylight
Unanswered questions become unasked
Stripped down to the bear essentials
A soul cleansed by the salt and sun
Bobbing, waiting
To weather another storm
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