wavesA Poem by Mikayeayeour personal ocean it consists of waves, high ones and low ones, even the ones that come crashing down onto the sand during our existence we experience riptides where we are pulled into distress without warning and sometimes no one's around to save us some drown others float, in the end we'll always have our chance at drowning turning your back to the unpredictable waves is very trusting of you you don't know what's going to happen next, if you're going to get pulled into the secluding giant body of water or if you're going to stand your ground most of the time our back is turned and that's freighting but also knowing what happens next, that's equally terrifying.
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