Waves

I ride the rolling, curling waves
Hoping for a miracle that saves
The losses I see, in the distance
From what is brewing, this instance
Somehow, sailors seem to be blind
To the shore they can’t seem to find
The waves get larger by the day
But I know what I see, on my way
The biggest hurdle, is unable to save
Many in trouble, maybe to their grave
The sun may keep shining, all around
But, what about pleading to be found?
These waves certainly will not stop
Learning to ride is like seeing a backdrop
Still finding a way in travels to have fun
Whatever the theme, a play has just begun

Heidi Sands

11/3/21
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Rees Avatar
November 5, 2021 at 7:34 AM
Every day has its new (and old) challenges. The waves keep rolling . We must roll or succumb. That’s life. But if we try we may just find friendship, advice, help, love and understanding along the way. But we must continue to try somehow to battle the waves and maybe just perhaps rise above them. A thoughtful well written piece, Heidi. Thank you.
Sands Avatar
November 5, 2021 at 10:39 AM
Thank you very much Peter. I appreciate your kind feedback. :)
Pandit Avatar
November 4, 2021 at 5:27 AM
Waves you describe are alike hurdles in life that sometimes dim the shoreline of hope. I like the positive turn in the ending of your poem, Heidi.
Sands Avatar
November 4, 2021 at 5:39 AM
Yes, many waves in times like this Vijay, but we can always have hope and do our best to have gratitude. Thank you for your kind comment :)
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