I know I am lost, she thought
But someday, I will find my shore
A small sheltered cove to anchor
A little piece of earth
To grow my roots
A little piece of land
To lay my bones
I know I am lost, she thought
And the sky remains overcast and grey
But the day is not far away
When that grey turns the bluest of blue
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The poem ends with a positive note. Nice write. Loved it.
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