love poem

The day the ocean pulled my feet out from beneath me
I fell onto the rocks
Blood seeped from the scrapes on my hands
As I scrambled to rise before the next wave

It came
Again I tipped, sliding, falling, losing a sandal, frantic in the surf
Hands and feet searching for an anchor

There was nothing to hold onto

There was nothing to hold onto

There was nothing to hold onto

The day the ocean pulled my feet out from beneath me
And drew me deeper out to sea

I let go

Aug 21, 2012 · Comment (3)
 

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I am left breathless by the beauty of this.

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I am honoured by your presence

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This is so beautiful

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