The Sea

April 10, 2016

My hands outstretched

My heart heavy

All of life is like the sea

A solemn beat

And endless tide

That has someone forgot me

Were my feet to deep in sand

Did I not push off?

Or has the sea left me to stand alone

Un-moving and un-changed

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