Drunken, beaten, back we’re borne.
I was on ice,
now it’s the shore.
Days of sail and incessant sun.
I miss the mast and fear it sunk.
Yet, at sea, I always miss
green meadows and a fairy’s kiss.
Oh, sweet breezes, that hail pirates sublime!
Too much salt can make the heart saline.
© achillesheelpoetry, 2022
Achilles' Heel 
An apt title for an apt poem! wonderfully penned!
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Thanks a lot, Fariha!
Hope you’re doing well
x A
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Yes yes! Sorry took so long to get back. How have you been doing?
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I’m good. A 12th grader can never give enough pre-boards, but life’s fine! 😊
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Haha, that is true! glad to hear your doing well (:
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