If I Stay

May 10, 2010
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At the point where three worlds meet
I tread lightly on rippled waves
Sky above, the ocean 'neath
And sand, before me, water paves

Below is darkness, sheer black ink
Nothing as far as I could see
More inviting then one would think
As terrifying as it be

Blue is the canvass overhead
My long dead sister smiles down
I want to wave, but cry instead
And it startles her, my heartfelt sound

On land, remains all I have left.
I square my shoulders and take a step

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