Seagulls steadfast resting, waiting, watching
abruptly taking stasis to flight.
The sailboat resting calmly on the sea, the sails ready to rise, like wings
flying through the waves.
Although you are not a god,
you endeavored to sever my wings.
My freedom came from flight, yet
I still hear your admonishments in my head.
The power I give you sways my judgements,
as the moon influences the seas.
The disagreements and love, war unwavering in our souls,
ebb and flow as a tide in the blackness of the night.
I mistrust your faith
and confront your ideals.
You discredit my objectives
And underrate my accomplishments.
Crossing oceans and mountains will not bring us
closer to acceptance.
We are distanced by beliefs but drawn
to each other by a bond in our souls.
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