Between the sand and the sea
He’s free
The crashing of the waves
Mean he’s safe
Slightly broken
But only in mind
Some Days he’s fine
Don’t shout
Don’t crowd
But be around
He may ignore you
Say hello
Next time, who knows
He has a story to tell
His inner hell
He’ll make you laugh
He’ll make you cry
But don’t pry
The story runs for years
All about fear
Brave as brave can be
Strange to see
Anger, tears
Voices in ears
He’s won the battle
They’ve told him so
But he’s slightly broken
He doesn't know
Between the sand and the sea
He’s free
The crashing of the waves
Mean he's safe.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2021 04:53
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
So well spaced and relatable to many in that situation where being told is not all the story - - a compelling read Paul.
Thanks Fay.
So important to feel safe . I like this poem of yours )
So many times in my life , I’ve had that feeling of feeling ‘ unsafe ‘
A nice writing
Thanks, Yedllowrose.
we All live, a little
in-between,
between the waves of change
and our memory's shores;
those sands of Time, can't ever be defeated
merely tiptoed: in between
so as to experience
life's, easier tides...
(wonderful imagery, cleverly unfurled
to add a level of sophistication to your poetry,
thanks for sharing)
Thanks, L. B
Timeless imagery in this cunningly composed masterpiece which I read several times with joy.
Into my favourites
Thanks, Dusk.
This offering skillfully speaks about a lot in minimal expressions. A very good offering Paul. Nicely done. Faved.
Thanks, Garth.
Fine words Paul, we all have times of good and bad in our lives but we also have that time when we know we are safe.
Andy
Definitely, Andy.
He's an introvert and I just love him. This is lovely and lonely.
He sure is.
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