my body, a ship lost at sea
my mind, a broken compass
my destination is no longer in my hands
but it is caught between the ferocious waves.
yet it is not the storm i fear,
it is my heart, an anchor
who is so eager, to stay put in this storm
i do not understand why...
why it so dearly holds on to the toxic past.
i just want to follow the sea,
because in those ferocious waves
theres forgiveness
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nous perdons
Poetryfirst poem in a long time, i love constructive feedback or questions. hope some people found this somewhat comforting