Whereby… a poem of release

man standing on brown rock formation beside seashore during daytime

Whereby, I find myself by the sea

And I am happy

Whereby, I find myself with a new freedom

And I am happy

Whereby, I finally let go and move on

And I am happy

Whereby, this is the day I leave a job I no longer love

And – I am happy

Where is your happiness?

A FINAL NIGHT… a dark-ish poem?

If I write today

Will it resonate

With anyone at all

If I tell a tale

And toast with ale

Will you catch me if I fall

Will the moon still rise

And cross each night

Of a celestial starlit sea

Or will the ink run dry

As I lay here and die

With no one next to me

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