time for me
to face my whale
in the barren corner
of my room
better for me
to face the noise
head-on, it's pulling me
toward my ever changing reflection
along with
the beautiful strain
of the tide
the color is gray
but vibrant
I might go under
tripping over myself at times
I'll shake the chaos off
make it out alive
I believe in building memories
and making time
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
~A blog of poetry mixed in with my poetic ramblings~
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