my focus drifts in and out
like the tide
softly flowing at times, at others
violently crashing
it takes me places along the banks
of my mind
some are jagged edges and
harsh rocks
but some are soft sands and a
delicate touch
regardless of where i end up i try
remind myself
it's all the same beach- with or
without
imperfections
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poems;
Poetrysome not entirely logical words, jumbled together to make something mildly logical