Sea legs

broken-minded broken
hearted broken gaited
is the woman
I now am - no
palms left to wear can
hardly make it up
or down the stair I am
up the creek cleft
of paddle playing
hide and seek with
my own heart: parted
from so much that
fed, I might
as well be dead
as live an empty
life knife-edged like
any little mermaid who
lost her sea legs
and walks dry land
with pain
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