Silver Whistle

I sat along a cliff overlooking the azure ocean.

I had no idea why I was sad, there was no good reason.

I held my silver whistle in my hands and my mind drifted

to the truly lonely who had not anchored.

To the the ones who had no sense of who they are.

And to the ones, like me, who knew the road and did not take it.

If I blew my silver whistle, then it would come.

 My destination was blocked by me alone.

All I had to do was breathe into it

and everything would fall in place.

I looked at the ocean and breathed fresh air.

I found my voice, silver as it was,

and I made my choice…

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