Ships Don’t Sail in Harbors

I rose to my feet and stared out to sea –

wondering where the sea might take me.

Not a ship, not a shore, not an island could I find.

Only ocean lay before me. Empty sand lay behind.

I could not stay, but I could not leave.

Do I risk my life and die, or risk my dream and grieve?

The waves caressed my feet as I took the steps towards sea.

The sun beat down upon me as I looked back upon the beach.

And so I left behind my home in search of something new

as I fought against the tides to find my way to you.

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