Where is the life you intended to live?
Lost at sea with the sirens?
Waiting for you to find her,
Like a child playing hide and seek?
A phantom,
Full of “what ifs” and “should haves,”
She waits.
Counting the days
On her fingers and toes.
Waiting, watching, wishing.
Where is the life you intended to live?
In deep slumber in the winter of being?
She calls out
With a primal longing
To be heard.
Listen.
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Author: Heather Tucker
Image: Jeremy Bishop/Unsplash
Editor: Toby Israel
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