I am indeed a rock, an island.
The bell tolls only for me.
Where is my bridge to grant me
safe passage
over the troubled waters of life?
Silence is a sound--
it echoes in my mind,
filling my heart.
Where is the home for which
I am bound?
The comfort there?
Goodbye, love...
(c)Melissa Beebe
published in Skipping Stones 2007
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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