I remember where I was
a year ago
right about this time.
It was an ocean of
exquisite heartache
and I was so far out to sea.
But there were
undercurrents of courage
and the occasional
wave of hope.
Slowly the tides began to turn.
I caught sight of land
and just kept swimming.
Some days I still can't believe
I made it to the shore.
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