there are two outcomes.
in one we get to the end
and sort through meaning.
in the other i get to the end.
and really, im only slightly afraid.
you see,
i’ve seen the bottom of the atlantic
i’ve had the white dreamless sleep
and all i seem to remember
of the haze
is rest.
– sc
sheila sea 
Sheila Sea, this is a lovely poem.
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Thank you. 🙂
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It’s interesting that in the beginning its two traveling the path and at the end, your alone. My thought is, is it exhaustion that causes the rest, or something else… Good work here got me thinking
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Haha, that’s exactly it. Thank you for your kind words. 🙂
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I really enjoy how your poems read like stories. My favorite part this time:
“in one we get to the end
and sort through meaning.
in the other i get to the end.”
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Thanks, I’m glad that didn’t go unnoticed. 🙂
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It was very much appreciated 🙂
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