Rip Tide
Before you
I drifted at sea.
Always afloat,
Never anchored.
So is the life
a sailors'
Or pirates'
Wife.
When the tide went out
It left me behind,
But you were there
To sweep me
Off my feet.
The day you got caught
In the undertow
I too started
To sink below,
Cursed to ebb and flow
Eternally as the tides.
But anchored to you, I see
It was merely a rip current,
Anomalistic strong forces
That if you swim against
Only pull you farther.
And if we swim alongside,
We might make it back
As one.
Copyright © Sarah Leonard | Year Posted 2024
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