Poetry (words)

Drifting 

Took a boat out on the water to escape the endless hum. Looking to a new horizon for the person I’ve become. 
Every battle that I go through, leaves its scar upon my soul. The coldest of shoulders that I lean on and I’m feeling less than whole. 

Is there such a thing as certainty something more than here and now? A place where words we’ve spoken remain reality somehow. 

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