I’ve never hurt like this before
And I have hurt a hundred different ways
Deserted near his open shore
And I have lost 300 days
Darkness now my only oar
And so I sail his hopeless maze
Hoping there is something more
And a chance to catch his rays
© Delia Ross. 2019
BEYOND WHAT’S LONE
Break free from reef and toil and tide,
Discover isles, heart’s churnings ride,
To chart own course where dreams abide,
That Place we call our own.
Horizons holy sift and seek,
Yes, strengthen inner soul made weak,
And courage find to tame what’s meek;
Grasp Life beyond what’s lone.
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