Choosing to Fly

The sea calls out to me.
I whisper,
Just please let me be.

It calls out my name,
I whisper,
My answer’s the same.

A strong wave rolls in,
I whisper,
Roll back out again.

A sandbar appears,
I whisper,
I will not shed tears.

The sea or the sky,
I whisper,
Dive deep or fly high?

A seagull flies by,
I whisper,
I’m choosing to fly.

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