I ponder on a beach of yonder,
Amongst the crashing waves.
Reflecting on the moments fonder,
A life I deeply crave.
An audience of waves, my council,
The sand provides a pew.
No response, they hear me out still,
Problems dissolve in blue.
The tide retreats, a sea of tears.
My worries are washed away.
My council heard my cries and fears,
I'll return with more someday.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Years ago when things got rough I'd cut communication for a while and sit by the sea, and just go over my troubles in my head. By the time I got up to leave I'd feel calmed and refreshed. I wrote this one a while ago, the beach is my thinking space. Where's yours?
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Thanks for the love hood 👍🏻
The wave will wash your trouble away, the wind will peace your mind. A good therapy indeed.
Wonderful piece.
Thanks for the review and positive comments 🙂
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