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I woke up with swirling thoughts.. I stayed in bed and tried to put my cloud of sentences into an order that made sense. Maybe it does..
I know what it means but I don't want others to try to find a meaning I am writing this down for me.

Its not a poem, just random sentences in my brain.

I am adrift

a skiff on a cold uncaring sea
My warm port, my harbour of support
has iced over, I have no access..
The once welcoming soul seems closed to me...
I yearn for the familiar light
sometimes I catch a glimpse of its warmth....

I am adrift.


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