High Tide

By- Traci Taylor
August 2015

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.


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