By- Traci Taylor
I struggle to look past the tide,
this feeling is overwhelmingly endless.
As the waves crash upon me, I cringe.
I’ve tried to picture life without the ocean,
and all I have seen is the dull desert.
Life was once colorful with you,
even in the brunt of the storm.
Like a fool I’ve let go and returned to the start.
Maps only make sense to the hopeless,
the ones that have given up before they’ve been broken.
Hearts need a chance to grieve,
like the changing of tides it all depends on time.
The horizon reflects like diamonds on the water,
for a moment I want to believe in more than before.
My demise is letting the cynics steal away my romantic hope-
as the ocean sweeps away the sand.