An ocean between what we know,
What we want to believe
and what we need to have inside us,
To go on.
Vast.
And I am here, now
But if I stop telling myself that – even just for a second,
Then I am overcome,
Overcome.
I am here, now.
All that has changed, and that which hasn’t
Is all we have
Everything has changed then
And nothing, too
This ocean still vast
This expanse still wide
And I still cannot go there – I could never actually go there
But my heart is different here, now
Less steady,
Somehow.
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