In light of the recent tide
I’ve decided that endurance
Is just as great as strength
The creaking floorboards above me
Indicate that I am not alone
In my isolation
The moon waxes
And the moon wanes
And my moon comes early
Pushing and pulling the tide
I feel like I’m drowning
And then I walk freely on wet sand
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I like it :)
Thank you dear! :)
– Abida
I read of allowing the natural course of ‘things’ and in that letting go and being able to move forward.
It is not easy to be willing have the door open for the unknown…
The strength that comes through is well delivered in this poignant poetical prose. :)