Well.
I received a birthday present which was supposed to be a trigger for me to start writing daily. So, when I was tired and listening to the rain, I took a stab at some prose.
Not a bad first step.
I am
wedged between a heart and sheer rock face
fettering my feet by lowering the anchor
willing a stillness in a soul
that struggles against being caged
I am
snagged between a cove and lofty precipice
stoppering my breath by beckoning the blackness
chancing a glance into the depths below
where the waves rage on unfamiliar shores
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