Relapse

a poem about the search for healing

Could it be I took the wrong way?
Drove when I should have swam 
the distance to the rhythm
of your merciless ghostly pursuit;
paddled down the years to the beat of your reprimands? 
Why is the ocean so far away
when the salt could heal my wounds?

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