Ride the TideA Poem by Alana Michelethe tide swells and crests bobbing your body up and down a sea of lost souls and hopeless strength rolling in and sliding out sand and stone rushing up grating your skin pain pain that eases the moment you feel and washes away in the waves waves that pull dragging you to the depths then spitting you upon the shore © 2011 Alana Michele |
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