Wishes To Hope

The more I think I really know,

the less I understand

 

The farther out to sea I drift,

the more I miss the land

 

The stormier the days repeat,

my soul to chase the sun

 

The rules I once thought hard and fast,

denounced and on the run

 

The more I think, the less I feel,

my spirit inexcused

 

The hours spent off from myself,

those times I stay confused

 

As days fade into sleepless nights,

the moon to haunt my dreams

 

Where wishes live to hope again

—if I can just believe

 

(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2019)

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