<![CDATA[Milktown Writers' Substack: Sue Lander]]>https://www.milktownwriters.com/s/sue-landerhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!fK60!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F1441c953-70b9-4960-bae5-e3524d470772_256x256.pngMilktown Writers' Substack: Sue Landerhttps://www.milktownwriters.com/s/sue-landerSubstackThu, 30 Apr 2026 15:35:25 GMT<![CDATA[LEAVING HOME]]>https://www.milktownwriters.com/p/leaving-homehttps://www.milktownwriters.com/p/leaving-homeFri, 21 Mar 2025 16:17:23 GMT
You open the door and you 

                                                                                                               hesitate.

A timid seafarer,

angled, unsure.
                                                         Behind you
                                                                        
                                                                          a billowing sail 
                                                         of love.

Terror tries it’s best to bind you

whispering crippling

hateful

shackles     of fear.



But courage? 

And strength? 

And desire?


You remind yourself that you have these, and more.
So much more.


So


you take that love 

and you use it. 

                                         And you grip the sides of your tiny skiff
                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                             And launch.

by
Sue Lander

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