The tide is changing

Water charges up

Sweeping away

Things not meant for me

 

Leaving behind new mysteries

Ideas

Churning on the salt-gray sea

Possibility

 

Tomorrows change hue

As I blink my eye

The horizon whispers

Like a lover’s sigh

 

Shedding skin

And buried lies

The need to appease

To please

 

Wash me clean

I’ll start again

A force of nature

Ocean’s Kin

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