Release

oh the stuff i collect
like a storm washed beach
refuse from the everyday

until i am so weighed down
i do not realize that i
am or that i don’t need to be

reflection like the rising
sun above the waters
brings these pieces to light and i can begin to
let them go

the gentle waves will clear my broken shores
if i but open my heart
to listen

the palms carress the sky
the shadows begin their rise
in the distance
a ship vanishes into the
light of the morning

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