The Tide
It rolled out
alongside the storm.
Unfurled into the rest of the world.
I watched in silence,
favoring the roar inside myself
rather than letting it pull me in any longer.
I had to let it go.
Its work is done here.
All that is left,
distant thunder,
lingering vibrations.
Memories of the crash,
roses and scars.
The tide will wash the blood away.
Pull in the rest of me.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013
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