The safety shore of our souls
is buried underneath the snow
A chilling winter that consumes us
Hiding the truthful view of the desire to belong.
A glimpse. The anchor. Tides.
Those tides that hug our bodies without a care of who is who
The boat that takes us to our final travel
with scrawny figure rowing down the river
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Author:
orpheus_of_hades (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2026 11:00
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
Orpheus, this brought me into that space where you feel cut off…like what you’re reaching for is there, but you can’t quite get to it. That sense of distance and longing feels real here. Strong write. Welcome to MPS, too! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
First poem is crazy start
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this! I appreciate the warm welcome
brilliant. Great write.
Welcome to our little community🥳💙
Thank you so much. It's a pleasure to join this community
Quite the image painted in this poem
Thank you for reading
You are most welcome
Damn this is tough but spooky, why?
I'm not sure myself where this image came from. It just sort of consumed me for a minute and I had to express that on paper
Welcome to MPS… definitely a great start hope to see more of your work
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