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cast adrift like a
piece of driftwood on a never ending tide.
in and out, out and in,
i’m still breathing -
a glittering canopy of stars
above my watery bed,
i reach out and my fingers brush
it’s like i’m coming home.
i belong to the gravity-less, glittering
not to this weighted earth,
where every step forward seems like
a fall down.
i’m cast adrift,
but in the stars i am home.
in the sea i can pretend i belong.
Robin Crowe is a 15 year old poet from the United Kingdom.
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