Day 18 — short, sharp & not-so-shiny

Sometimes the heaviest things we have to carry, are our thoughts.

*****

the storm

sunny afternoon
sail boat cruise
turns choppy

anchor thrown overboard

a stone
the whole ocean
sits on

then darkness descends

down here
the stars cannot
be conceived

being worlds away

*****

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