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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Comments2
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! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
brilliant. Great write.
Welcome to our little community🥳💙
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