Fish

Fish

Standing in the grey light

of another cold ocean morning.

Thinking,

“I can go another day

without the bread,

but not without the water.”

And the air is just thick enough

to breathe,

filling my lungs with salt,

and the persistence of fog.

While the hole

in my center

remains empty.

For I have no fish

to fill it with,

nor emotion.

And I may crumble

like bricks,

in mind

and body.

But it will 

take more than this,

to break my soul.

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[Robin]

attitude ~ the Sea inspires ~ the Sea renews ~