A ship should not ride on one anchor,
nor life on a single hope.
Epictetus
The sea twists and turns and churns below you -
as controlled by you as the rising of the moon
or the direction of the wind that guides you.
The sea has little mercy and no fear of love.
There is little hope for the rising of the sun -
forever eclipsed by the darkness of your heart,
it's fallen beyond the horizon for its last time.
No longer lighting your way - its time is done.
With the loss of your only hope, the loss of love,
you lower the sail and drift alone on the dark sea.
Then the wind dies, as does your heart, and the sun,
forever hidden from you, cries alone and without hope.
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