What You Love
Your childhood
was a windy day at sea,
and your sail swelled
with everything you loved.
The rest was roaming,
years of manifesting,
charged
with what you loved.
Now the wind slackens,
you approach the ending.
And what you love
has become your breath..
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Go Darling
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