May 6, 2020
The wind blows across her face
filling her eyes with tears
and letting her hair fall wild.
She tries not to think about all the anger
and pain and sorrow and heartache
She hears singing from her childhood
Carols sung during Christmastime,
rosy cheeks and snow-crusted hair
were the marks of happiness long ago
She longs for that freedom again.
She remembers what her mother told her
that she was worth it
that she was stronger than she knew.
But her mother is gone now
And her truths are gone with her
She hears the crashing of the waves
across the sandy beach
The water caresses the beach in the same way,
over and over and over again because
the ocean loves the sand.
She wants someone to hold her tight
to tell her it will all be okay
But she knows that if someone tells her that,
it will be a lie.
So she doesn't ask for help.
Soon enough it'll be winter.
The ocean water will freeze over into ice
it will stop crashing onto shore
it will stop reaching out to the beach,
and the sand will grow lonely once more.
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the moonlit side of reality (a poetry collection)
PoetrySometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.