Turn left,
Turn right.
I live by your command.
It’s almost too easy.
Turn left.
Turn right.
I began to think about us.
How easy it is for your words to guide me through the ocean.
How soft your voice is, so that it can move me through the night.
How your touch
Makes me want to take
flight.
It’s
Beautiful.
I almost forgot what you had said.
Sorry? Can you repeat?
I got lost.
It’s been way too long.
How do I navigate these waters
If my own arms can’t glide through the waves?
If this numbness becomes too much.
If the frigid cold bites my skin and stops my blood.
If I alone stand aboard a sinking ship,
What can you do then?
I’ve fallen I’ve fallen I’ve fallen.
Can you please help me get up?
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Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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