Find Comfort Here (a haiku)

Let me stray to seas,

where the edges of my soul

won’t cut your ship’s hull.

–the end. Except…here’s a lot of drafts I wrote when coming up with this idea–

My soul’s harsh edges

rub against the glass ceiling

when I dance alone

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Dancing here, my spines seek solitude.

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Let me be alone,

from the reminder of edges

rubbing at my soul.

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My spirit’s glacier

will wear down your mountain, are

we better alone?

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I find comfort here

where my soul’s harsh edges

rub against no one.