the pier

I’m letting go of all my regrets

One by one dropping them

Into the infinite stillness

Of a lake i find much more green than blue

plop plop plop

The ripples form concentric circles

Rings rolling across the stagnation

Of the water

They sink to the bottom

Out of sight

Out of mind

Out of heart

I have so much more road to walk

Too much more road to walk

To be held down by these stones

Painted in colors that don’t belong to me 

Anymore. 

 

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