A Writer's Soul

I find myself back at the shore again,
Letting the waters lap my toes, each new wave coming closer and closer to taking me under,
I don’t know why I’m back,
I thought I left your sands long ago,
But there is something about the call,
The current, the tide, whatever the pull of you has over me,
That keeps me longing for the horizon only you seem to see.

I’ve been here before, we both know,
So close to freedom, and one breath away from drowning in the thought of it,
And yet, that wasn’t enough to keep me from looking back…
I’m so tired of looking over my shoulder for you,
I want to be here, I realize, and I don’t know that that means.
So wash over me and let the discover the answer at the bottom of you,
Swallowing the salt and sand,
Answering the call…

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