Tattooed Acceptance

October 3, 2016
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I always dreadfully assumed something would


Rule over me

Like the moon, with the tides,

Or the wind's connection

With the sea


But I waited up

In my room, for hours

It seemed.

I stared at that painting

Of a storm on the upper West Coast,

Vocalizing all my secrets

Knowing I'll be judged--


I stood, letting the rain stain my clothes with

Longed for latitude and

Sting my face with

Its late embrace 


But the water wouldn't say

Who it was or will be

That will make me stay;

Only left me with a single-worded craving;


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