The tide’s rising.
I see it coming but am powerless against it.
Those long repressed emotions are finally swelling,
Surging past the mental breakers I’d established.
Standing on the edge of sanity,
Head back,
Arms stretched high,
I’m ready.
Let the floods come.
After the devastation, a clean slate appears.
August 20, 2016 at 1:22 pm
Great poem 🙂
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August 20, 2016 at 7:22 pm
Thank you 🙂
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