Ocean’s Blues

Hysterics break
A calm surface,
Sharp breaths unfurl
Tattered sails.
Once I knew
Where I was headed.
Once I believed
Undoubtedly hope prevails.
But now the doubt becomes me,
Myself is that in solitude.
No map nor glimpse of land
To cut through the ocean’s blues.

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