Loss

I mourn the loss of things I never had and for the ideal I never wanted, burdening me like a life time of unchosen responsibility, temporarily anchoring me in a tidal harbour, it’s waters imbued with the sadness of a thousand losses. Anchors rise and fall like the ebb and flow of the sea and with them the joy and turmoil of life.

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