Fellings
Felling’s are so much like
Waves they push and they
Pull
We can’t stop them from
Coming like a great tsunami
Or just a slight pull or push of
The tide
….A slight movement…
As still as death of
Sometimes as mad as
A shark after missing
That great hunt
We can’t stop them
From coming just
Like we can’t
Choose the weather
Or just like we can’t
Choose the perfect moment
But we can choose to make
That moment perfect
So we just choose which
Wave to surf for better
Or for worse
Copyright © Alyssa Ramos | Year Posted 2017
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