marais

Sometimes I still feel like

Mentally I am here

Sailing to shore with the wake

Maybe I wish I was

Maybe it’s just my way

To escape

Whatever it is-

Who cares?

Because when there are waves

I don’t even notice

Because the sun shines

Bright, where the trees break

And the waves are no longer danger

Instead they fade into

The sounds of the lake


Superior to be

19, Grand Marais

20 whatever

I feel it everyday


Seagulls squawk

But to me they say

Happy birthday

Even though it’s just another

Ordinary day

Though a sky like this

Doesn’t just make for another day


…


When life was a mess

I never even prayed

When I had no faith

You still showed your face

And I still think about it

Every single day.


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