ROGUE WAVES

photo credit: m@teo via photopin cc

photo credit: m@teo via photopin cc

The wind has blown up a storm in the middle of the night.
We didn’t see it coming, love. How could we have known?
It howls and batters the quiet complacency that once was.
The sea is no longer still.

As day breaks, waves lash bony rock.
The turbulence drudges up fragments from the ocean’s depths.
Things we had forgotten; memories we had buried–
They wash up on the shore to cause hurt anew.

We shield our eyes from the glaring light,
Mist covering our faces, forming rivers on our cheeks.
Each time I draw a line in the sand,
The surf rushes in to erase it with foam.

When do we throw our shovels down, love,
Giving up on this sinking sand castle we’ve built?
My arms are tired of digging moats,
And the salty taste of freedom floats on the air.

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