Staring Into The Distance

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Cool, silver, and blue,
I stare into the distance —
standing afar off,
away from ghastly stages
that promised a reckoning.

Moods arrive and leave,
yet dread rises from the dead.
Self-imposed or not,
it masquerades as safety,
but it feeds the worst in me.

Where lies the anchor
that keeps me upright and wise?
For now the rocks
serve as my solid footing,
but distance is emptiness.