My heart is a million tiny holes.
The soul is a ship turned towards home.
The waters are rough and my body is bruised.
My head aches from the pressure.
The light grows brighter as the night sky darkens.
This journey has lasted a lifetime.
I won't reach home this spring.
light from other ships twinkles in the distance.
I think I'm alone. Far from home.
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