Another Option MAG

April 23, 2016
By Anonymous

Scraped soles and chipped nails
Strands of hair in her eyes and mouth
Clambering onto rough-skinned rocks
Running away from unwanted thoughts

The ocean rolls beneath her feet
With moss, shells, clams and urchins
With a blue so royal she almost cries
The waves dance like her blood beats

Temptations of the siren’s song
Mesmerizing what ifs, dreams and hopes
To dive down, to drown, to sleep.
She forgets flight is an option, too.


The author's comments:

I am literally telling you to fly. Don't give up. Please don't give up. You've persevered through the land part, you've reached the ocean part. Move on to the sky. There are no limits there.


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