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) (
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Comments1
It is not just the words but the feel of this poem that gets the fave. A man half broke that comes and goes from one state to another. A lovely write
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