Tossing
The fog has lifted and the breeze blows
Though clouds still decorate
Pink hibiscus' blooms open wide
The sun they celebrate
Under currents run wild each day
Red, angry waves assail
Fear presses below the surf, waits
Then waterspouts prevail
Tossing, churning the ocean blue
Smooth as glass, just a dream
Below the surface sharks attack
Destroy connections' beams
Lost in the quagmire of synapse
What once was~ going~ gone
How can we reach the loving child
That left in the light of dawn
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2017
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