Into the sea

I’m here
As I have always been,
Feeling what I always did.
Who did I scare this time?
A long lost friend from days past,
From memories long gone?
She has been the one nothing could touch
Change or alienate…
Has been…
For she, too,
Felt the pressure…
The tectonic landslide…
The continental drift…
The big bad wolf shadow…
Plural commitments made air tight…
Hard to breathe, hard to be free,
Hard to be…
The soul must, at times,
Dive into the clear blue sea,
And, as a mermaid,
Follow the subterranean currents
One such as her,

Can call home…

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