I am watching a wave approaching,
high and mighty, hiding
the earth from the sun.
Rising up from the sea
like divine will, finally come
to test me, to see if I am strong.
I am wondering, how can I stand?
So I cling to the rock of my foundation,
ready to see if it is
not truly built on sand.
And now I've got that song stuck in my head. "All other ground is sinking sand..."
But yes.
This is the kind of time where people get to see what they're made of- I'm eager to see how I pull through this.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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