How can I be simultaneously

So confident

Yet bruised and battered – not breaking, but bent

By the winds of fear blowing faster and faster



They whistle and call

Like a Siren

Beckoning me to their jagged rocks

So into their ocean, I may fall

If I am Odysseus, listening

The golden rope that binds, glistening

Is itself bound by the massive lock of time


Though I want to make the Siren mine


I don’t want to be merely fine

I chose not to fill my ears with wax

To deafen me from the Siren’s song

Because the pain of longing’s a worthy tax

If I am to find where I belong

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