Seeking refuge, I fled to my sactuary.
A blanket of fog snugly embraced
but I was not to be denied.
A gentle spray from sky and sea,
settled upon my curls.
And I walked…
The ocean sang to me
of its rage and fury.
Thundering its swells
violently against the shore.
Competing with my thoughts,
which were doing the same.
And I walked…
The thickening fog surrounded me,
wrapping me in solitude.
Monstrous waves appeared,
from beyond natures curtain.
Flaunting their awesome power.
Still… I walked…
My dampened curls dripped
and God’s tears,
mingled with my own.
Hunting seagulls squaked,
in melody with my sobs
While completely unaware,
My bare feet left my mark,
as footprints in the sand.
And here, I turned…
Walking back the way I’d come.
I struggled in vain,
to mirror
the pattern of my footprints.
It was on this return journey,
that I noticed
the places I had strayed…
The sea grew even angrier,
As did I,
Until I became aware
of a new pattern created,
A whole new set of footprints,
for me to call my own.
I became content
And I walked…
Author notes
We can never undo what we have done, but we can move forward, wiser...
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Very Good
The sea grew even angrier,
As did I,
Until I became aware
of a new pattern created,
A whole new set of footprints,
for me to call my own.
I became content
This is very well written
Love the moral to the words
Rick
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how true how true
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alone we are not
just because you can't see something that dosen't mean it or they are not there. words can touch, I can look when they are closed. Hearts can feel you can just know mac
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I think this is one of my favorite pieces on this entire sight. It is such a beautiful piece and I agree with 100% thank you for writng this it is amazing.
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absolutely! this is the work of a wise man...
I am not sure what to say except that I liked it...It appears to me that you have learned some valuable lessons for sure...thank you for sharing your insight with so many here...peace and light to you in all that you do...Kendal
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that was really good
I don't know if I am wrong about this, but this poem to me says that someone went through a rough time, but kept going. I'm not sure if that is what it meant, but that is how I read it and if I'm right and you went through some hard times, but made it through, I'm really happy for you because I know sometimes people can't make it through hard times okay. They have a breakdown in the process, me being one of those types of people. -
At first, I was puzzled as to what you were talking about UNTIL I had read your author's note and that was when I realized the true depth of his piece. Keep penning these wise words
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A moving theme
I caught the beauty & gentleness of this poem's image. I thoughly enjoyed it and I truely think that you are an exceptional-writer...good luck on your book. Take Care...
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