Poetry

The Ocean Calls (#1947)

Even in winter I’m pulled to the beach,
But unfortunately, it’s still out of reach,
My busy schedule doesn’t permit travel,
Hopefully I’ll get there before I unravel,
Stress levels have been constantly rising,
Taking a quick trip does sound tantalizing,
But a short trip won’t change how I feel,
It takes a while to get on an even keel,
I look forward to when I’ll be able to go,
But when that will be I don’t really know,
I’m unsure what the next while will bring,
But I will reach that restorative wellspring,

Any Thoughts?

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