When did this happen again? It felt like years since the water had gone but its again high tide and I'm struggling to stay on dry land. It goes and it comes. Wave after wave, but never leaving the sand completely dry. The sand always has some residue. A shell, a lost crab, even one drop of sea foam. The sand never forgets the unforgiving sea that always comes back no matter whether it wants to or not. She comes back at night. In the dark, with no warning. She sneaks up on the dry sand slowly like a shadow in the dark, but suddenly crashes down on it all at once. For she's never gone, going to be remembered, and always appears in unexpected moments. You never know when she's going to strike back. This time, will you build a dam? Or will you let her keep creeping up closer to your house.
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Just Poetry
Poetryso this is all of my deepest and darkest thoughts. almost like a journal, but in poetry form for you all to read. its not all depressing. actually, a lot of it is supportive things. please comment if you think I should update more. have fun reading...
