wade into the Ocean
knee deep or so
shut your eyes tight
feel the sand - solid
- beneath your toes.
begin to slip
unsteady, afraid of the unknown
hear it in the waves
as it bites and it roars
it's telling you something
the sharp needle pain
can become a whisper
a firm embrace
if you listen long enough
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My Year of Unrest: a collection of poems I wrote in 2020
PoetryA collection of poems from 2020 that act as my diary as I deal with anxiety, starting antidepressants for the first time, the pandemic, and the unstable socio-political climate in the United States. Critique is welcome and encouraged. Some poems ar...
