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by Maria Kintner

My essential business is learning to not be afraid of the inevitable.

Of watching the future without fear.

A silent, heavy wave.

An untied ribbon around my anxious little parcels.

The way the sunrise always shows up,
after a long night invades to stick its fingers in my throat
and choke me in the shadows.

It burns away in little embers, and I am left still breathing,
warm and blanketed, in peace.

You will find me floating on these seas,
slowly adrift to the shore.

It comes, whether I reach for it, or not.


Author's Note: I do not know if I am ready to walk on land, just yet, but I do know the shore does not exist without the sea. We are the same, in that way.

Posted on 08/11/2020
Copyright © 2024 Maria Kintner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Vince on 08/11/20 at 11:34 PM

quietly and cautiously positive, even though those lessons can take a lot of learning. :) this poem evokes images of a cool night with the urgent wind blowing clouds across the stars. i hope you find the right land for you soon. :)

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