The Unmoored

Unmoored
I drift farther than I can see
the horizon calls my name
reminding me who I am
and a soft, inarticulate voice convinces me
that it is alright
to drift
so I close my eyes
and floating on the waves of the unknown
I pray
to arrive
to reach a coast bereft of rocks
and then I see others drifting too
unmoored like me…
they all have anchors
which refuse to sink

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