I find peace in my dreams.
There stood all my trouble in a boat. Every failing, all the pain. To hold onto it all was only harming my soul, deeply.
I stood opposite on the dock, surrounded by a serene forest. The mist rolled off the water. In my hand, a rope.
It was my choice then whether I would tie that rotting wood boat...
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nordicprince:
You are a very talented poet!!
catdad:
Beautiful.