vessel of the void
The Ocean
Will there be a day the pieces finally fit?
Or is the tide just a ghost of a fractured bit?
I thought to sink, to settle in the deep,
But even the abyss has secrets it must keep.
When I roar, they say "Hush, be still."
When I hush, they mock my lack of will.
Everyone’s current, yet a stranger to the blue,
Ever wondered how the salt feels for you?
I give my warmth, you take it for a crime,
A thief of my goodness, lost in the lime.
Where is the harvest for the seeds of my grief?
I am the surge... seeking relief.
The Shore
hush...
your despair is the womb of a truer light...
distrust is the soil, not the end of the sight...
it is the duty... the pulse, the sacred law...
to find the goodness in every jagged flaw...
break on my breast, let the bitterness go...
for only the broken find the status of flow...
no regret in the marrow, no ghost in the blue...
everything is loved... especially you
-Hope
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