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The Ocean of Me

I close my eyes

and the warm wind becomes my breath.

This wind—

it whispers into the ocean of me, into the dark

of my waters, deep.

It hands me the calm of the moon,

and it grants me the strength of the sky.

This wind—

this warm, lovely wind.

It reminds me that sometimes

life is best left as a question

without an answer.

It reminds me that

it’s okay to let the dark water rise,

sometimes.

body of water across sunset
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

4 replies on “The Ocean of Me”

Thanks Jason! Pretty true, hey. Leaving life a bit open ended leaves room to decide differently in every moment, I suppose. There’s something peaceful about that, I think. Of course…It might help if I start to practice what I preach. 😂☺️🌈

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