Poetry: Sailing

Letting go
to me means
RELAXING
Do not stress
procrastinate
prolong
ignore
Let go of the tither
untie the boat
sail for open water
face temptations
fears of drowning
false beliefs
that await me
in the waves
Swells will
rock me
stars will
guide me
breeze will
cool me
Once the smell
of earth is gone
a seagull
will appear
marking the moment
my limits are
discovered

*A poem written during a poetry class 
March 2013

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