I Have Waded Too Long

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I’ve been

fighting the current

while sinking in the past

scared of the depth

feeling 

miscast

a drift.

I have waded too long.


I gave way to the struggle

when I could no longer juggle

the memories of

kisses

hugs

and post coital snuggles.

To hush the ceaseless dread

I chose instead

to tread

and now

I am caught

in 

the 

riptired

barely able to stay afloat

in this sea of bone white waves

where the siren song

for which I long

has become as faint 

as the tufts of clouds

that tumble by

like slow moving acrobats 

while I continue to

wade

for way too long.

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