A Grave Odyssey

Every time I feel as if I am finally sailing home,
the tide abandons me and leaves me dry,
or rushes in and bashes me against the rocks.
There have been whirlpools and sirens,
in the forms of all kinds of pain killers, muscle relaxants, beta blockers,
I thought these would be a balm for my bruised timbers and torn sails.
They only put me to sleep.

- Holly W. Graves, 2002

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