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Static
Your life catches in its static house
until nothing but the lightest footfall
betrays its presence.
The door to escape, the ocean’s edge,
tempts you to leave yourself and enter.
This echo of the ocean is the dove in you
that carries the message that you want to fly.
Motionless dove, I want to flush you
to the crack of sunrise.
Forget your lonely compulsions.
Leave your comfort.
Desert the false logic that has frozen you.
If you could let this still time pass,
Time’s ricochet might drive you to the canyon’s rim,
revealing to you that you no longer fear the fall.
For MVB the prompt is Static.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 