Poetry (words)

Ebb and flow

Midnight: what a time to stand at the edge of the ocean . Inclement weather breathes a power into the shore. Exhale, roar and fill your lungs with the freshest air. 

You are beautiful even as your dreams fall apart and hopes fade in the unforgiving dark. Let it go, let it fade. Loosen your grip on the nothingness that holds you here. 

Ebb and flow, be the salt on my skin.  Be every wave that thunderously lashes against this infinite heart. Be turbulent, be the tempestuous. Be every ounce of aching flesh, but be so with love.


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