which was hidden

I spent life drifting

life above the water,

life above the land

spent dazing..... to the sea and the stars and the moon and the sun

I spent life dazing...

alone.

gentle and vunerable

I wasn't strong but why

I had to watch after many.

i cried for the broken, I cried for the need.

Tears like giants and I could go on forever.

I watched it all, and I drifted and drifted.

Oh what am I was not defined.

Not a thing. Not visible.

I hid inside, drifting. 

Not noticed, just passed.

I longed and longed and longed

like so many. 

I was alone, drifting.....

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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