Nowhere

I’ve been tidal-locked for sure

floating around in circles

Anchors pulling from some unfathomable depth

checking my movements

Why don’t you see, this scattered debris, surrounding me

just keeps me here?

I’m letting go of this material waste

to see what matters

Out here—alone—nothing ever happens

A dream is only a dream if you wake up

I won’t risk clinging to a single thing

I’m releasing your chains

and if I sink

or float out to open sea

I will face these dangers

to see who matters

Published by meganporterpoetry

Poet. Writer.

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