Once, I was a sea slug: thoughts

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I envy those whose faith carries them forward—

holds their hand,

comforts them,

wipes their tear-stained faces,

and stays, even when others turn away.

When I write for myself, I write more authentically—the cocoon cracks, and my pure self emerges.

I have always been an outsider—at home, among friends, in the world, even in my own skin. Only my mind refuses to cast me out.

Today I smell the sea in me.

During the night, frost has cloaked the earth with its passion-laden kisses.