High Tide

The tide is coming, sweetheart,
and we're going to be washed
away from our own darkness
and into murky waters that
cannot compare.

This house was built on sand,
sweetheart, and no matter how
hard you hit it {me},
it {I}
cannot be compressed,
compacted,
or crushed.



Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2015-06-14 at 05:06

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Quite powerful. Stand against the tide and keep your feet firmly planted in your resilience.
2015-06-15


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting. It is a dynamic write and very efficacious. Well done. A fantastic piece. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Regards,
John.
2015-06-15