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December 9, 2014

the heaviness of hope

It sits low, like an ache or a weight
pulling me inside, like an anchor

dragging at the bottom, pushing
aside shifting ground, making invisible waves.

If only I could float above this,
just to see the shore, and the moon
tugging the tides. Just to see
it’s all bigger than me.
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