0.16 Lost at Sea

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0.16 … Lost at Sea

There will come a day
when I’ve lived more of my life
without them than with them,
and the thought of it
rips and breaks inside of me
like an angry, ocean tide.

I imagine the forever
worth of my days that they
won’t get to see,
each moment missed
like another grain of sand
on a lonely, open beach.

My children will be
precious shells they’ll never get to hold.
My stories will be
sandcastles they’ll never see me mold.
Memories of them are
a horizon lineuntouchable, distant gold.

Laying in the soft night sands,
I stare onward into the sky,
making constellations of
things that will never be,
a future where they hadn’t died.

Their love and the loss
runs through my veins
like salt runs through the sea,
but at least their spirits
are now like the water,
ever flowing, ever free…


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elluminations, vol. 0

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Cover Photo by Frank Mckenna on Unsplash   |  (elluminations © 2018 Elayna Mae Darcy)

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