The Tide

Written by: Fanessa Bendall

You never see it coming,
But you know once it has left.
It comes upon you like the tide,
Rapidly and engulfing everything in its wake.
Leaving nothing but shells. 
Shells of what used to be home to live.
That is now left vacant on the shore.
There to ponder what they were or could have been.
Until the day the life returns and for a moment it is not what you were or could have been but what you are.

Then again from no were comes the tide.