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When the sea stills, by Britta Benson

Picture credit: Britta Benson

When the sea stills

When the sea stills,

not completely,

of course not,

just a little,

you know,

that moment,

when wave becomes water,

soft and silky,

so much so,

that leaving feels easy,

the most natural thing,

off, off, off,

why not now?

When the sea stills,

just like that,

I hold my tiny breath

for fear of generating winds,

on this ocean

of borrowed time,

and for one heartbeat,

I truly believe

that freedom is mine.

This poem was written in response to the Sunday Writing Prompts on ‘The Procrastinators’. Here’s the link:


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