Poem: Bread on the Waters

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Bread on the Waters

It is time to craft
a new forever,
to seek seas unseen,
unexplored,
not even imagined,

Sail with me,
and scatter your fears like bread on the water.
Let the fish swallow them,
and die
malnourished,
while with each crumb you release
you grow lighter,
sailing above the waves and storms
beyond the horizon you did not believe
was there.

About this poem

Repeat after me. Most fears are false. Most fears are false.

Tom

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