Unshore

When the shore grips tighter than the sea.

Standing on shore, lost in the view of the sea,

Its waves weave a gentle, siren dance.

The storm at my back tears through my sweater,

But my eyes remain fixed on the ocean's calm.

The waters before me lie peacefully still,

But on land, a raging storm sweeps away our home.

I feel selfish.

Do I join my people who scramble with tears ablaze to save a home that's already gone?

Or do I stand here drinking in the calm of what could be?

To be honest,

I don't know what I'll do next,

But the seas ahead call to me.

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