Like a ship battered by waves,
I drifted farther than I intended—
an innocent curiosity
in a naive child
stripped of her innocence.
Yet Mercy stood at the shoreline,
unmoved by my absence.
Waiting, patiently, for that moment
I would take a look back,
recognize the light
and take a U-turn.
Inkhorn Literary
He speaks. We write.
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