A caboose poem, using the last line of Mary Oliver’s essay “Ropes” as the first line of my poem.
Break the ropes that are holding you
The ones that tell you to resist
The ones that tell you not to trust your intuition
Break the ropes of the way you fall into routine habits that don’t serve
The fight inside against the world you see
Understand it’s all perception
Change your view!
Break the ropes tying you to the false safety of the shore
And become full ocean you
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