Bien Nathaniel Gerodias

I stand
at the edge of a vast, unreachable ocean,
longing for the shore that holds my heart,
but no matter how far I stretch my hands,
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I wither like a flower under a relentless sun,
each glance a scorch that drains my bud.
If your purpose is to rend me from this world,
let the final curtain fall swiftly,
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Along the shore
I plant seeds
roots stretching unseen
threads searching for the soil
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It asked not for light,
nor to tower toward the sky—
just earth for its roots.
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I am a candle burning steady
though the wax melts unevenly
longing for a hand that steadies the flame
without being asked
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I am a sinking ship with sails still raised
pretending the water isn't rising past my ribs

I drift carefully, afraid that reaching for the shore
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thin steels
plowing the soft ground
where roots grew beneath
trimming each
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By thread and fold, by stitch and seam,
This blanket holds my every dream
Let it warm the one I love,
With hush of stars and light above
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If you must sail,
then go
but carry my weather in your chest.
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