#2132

The ocean has stopped talking back.
I don’t hear an echo in the distance anymore,
the same resonating voice
that always urged me to carry on.

‘Where are you?’ I call out to anyone
who could possibly pull me out of the rut
that grows deeper with time.

The lack of answers is answer enough—
it is time to fight for as long as necessary.
It is time to be my own revolution.

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