​I drift in and out
of a deeper blue,
pushed and pulled
by conflicting currents,
by thoughts and feelings
of and about you.
Wider than the
Sargasso sea.
Tall weeds waving
in murky depths.
Sometimes I am forced
to hold my breath,
to reach
a deeper part of me,
when lost in doldrums,
my personal gyre.
I no longer trust the
compass of my heart.
Too often it has
misled me,
too often proved
the liar.
M. Zane McClellan
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