Refreshed
Another tide comes over me
and washes me under as simply as a feather in the wind
It grasps me with the strongest grip
and I'm greatful for this sand in my eyes
and the flow of silky softness against my skin
The sun has scorched my flesh
and I'm rinsing away these ashes
but I know it's not as painful as the scars are going to be
when I can see again
Thankfully, I'll be home by then
and I'll be washed of this entire mess
carrying with myself the lesson learned from this
Copyright © Nicole Montoya | Year Posted 2008
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