At least let me get my feet back into the sand, push the salt water out of my nose, get back the feeling in my arms, before another of your waves hits me. My sense of balance is off, I dont know my north, my south, my east, my west, my tired psyche is just beginning to try to stand using the crutch of some semblance of a routine, when that rush of angry salt hits me again. You let the others stand for hours, your let them reach your shores, build homes and solid shelters, build fortresses even. Yet with me you like me naked, vulnerable, weak and unformed, You want me to reach your depths, while the merrymaking goes on above, you want me to forget the burning in my lungs and swim deeper. in search of forgotten treasures. And at the mercy of your tides, your currents, your waves… I swim on.
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 00:12:05 +0000
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