the shortest distance
between two points
a straight line
the textbooks tell me
my restless legs
trace these strong diagonals
without hesitation
fingers rippling the air
as I stride
I am rarely languid
it is my heart
my soul
that hovers like the sandpiper
on sandy shores
drawn in by shiny flotsam
glittering jetsam
of poet souls
but always I scamper back
to safety when they draw near
worried that the tides of my wistfulness
will wash away socially sanctioned image
of who I am supposed to be
revealing the endless ache
that drowns me
Image courtesy of Pinterest: Raven embrace | Amy Judd
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Beautiful words and a brilliant analogy!!
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Thank you Eric. I think that you understand that ache that could swallow us whole
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Absolutely! ❤
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❤
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Superb!
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Thank you!
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❤
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And this is one of my absolute favorites I’ve read of yours. I identify with it so much. This poem hits like a bullet train into the guts.
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Thank you Nathan. I was trying to capture that ache in our guts that never really goes away, that longing that is so acute we worry that it could could swallow us whole
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Well you did a fantastic job of it. That’s exactly what I got from this poem
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🙂
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As familiar as home, and a very beautiful piece….thanks.
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I am so glad it hit a chord with you
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absolutely beautiful C-Ray
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Thank you my dear friend. Feeling that ache in my soul this week
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yeah me too, this one hit home close to some of the things I wrote this week
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Vibrating on the same frequencies I see
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Yeah for sure
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