Waves crashed over for a season…

lost in the reason,

treasonous thoughts, I know..

wary and true, known to those few

who dare to cross, boundaries built tall.

Guarded, fortress to a soft heart, gentle mind.

Find across the lands of diversion

the version of self meant to be…

cowering behind defenses known and unknown.

Split through those who might–

the inner me is worth the fight.


Submitted as part of Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 39


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