I feel as if I am finally sailing home,
the tide abandons me and leaves me
or rushes in and bashes me against the rocks.
There have been whirlpools
in the forms of all kinds of pain killers, muscle relaxants, beta
I thought these would be a balm for my bruised timbers and torn
They only put me to sleep.
- Holly W. Graves, 2002
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