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November 15, 2016

Ebb and flow…

Is it possible there is no abundance to counteract the decay?

The waters recede, but they don’t wash back in.


Am I seeing multiple retreats where there is only one?

Will it ever return?

Hope fades with the deterioration of the tide.

I’m drowning, but for a fleeting ray of light, a dull shimmer of expectation in the expanse.

My soul fails.

Yet I remain steadfast. Each breath is labored but steady.

The moon rises, and the waters return.

They cannot be swayed. They will not be mocked.

The waves return, teeming with life.

Hope in parched space.

One Comment leave one →
  1. Beth permalink
    November 15, 2016 2:19 pm

    I liked that….good job!

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