She told a tale of her forgotten youth
where she ran free and far away from her troubles
She recalls days of the sun and warmth
days of happiness and blowing bubbles
waves clash restlessly onto the sand
leaving behind treasures of past
wiping away the problems that land
rushing onto the shore, the MEMORIES holding fast
they all call out to Her, Yelling and Screeching
MEMORIES tug, wishing to be free
they Pull and Push, Fighting and Reaching
She ran far away, knowing she'll always return to The Sea
for no matter how far away She roams
The Sea is there to guide her home
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Poems
Poetry"She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again."
