The beach pebble sinking through dark waters
I am plummeting
slowly, silently, discreetly, like the thing I missed
Open hands, lost my grip on gratitude
released on the wind
it flew away from me, how will I find it again?
I walk among the living, living life
some see a woman
but none of them can tell there’s a hollow space inside
It’s strange to be back in the world again
I’m here but not there
standing on the shore of something that once was, almost
There is strength in vulnerability
I write and I talk
and most of the time it consoles me — just not tonight
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