there are waves too high to bear
when I fall asleep to a sky full of stars
and wish for a better tomorrow to alight.
there are waters too great to swim
when I float against the fabric of the universe
and hope for more opportunities another day.
there are storms to weather and survive
when I close my eyes and say a prayer
and want something out there to hear.
there are winds that blow us over
and take their time in their destruction
till we're just dust left to carry off.
there are quiet moments of peace
in the doldrums of a living day
and we realize we must strive on.
there are too many scopes to name,
all honed in on our careful signals,
and we're hoping we're not just lost at sea.
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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