mad rushing in of the tide
the unforgiving tide of the past
pushing on the present destroying
the future one day at a time
we hover in our place of refuge
from the fears that do easily
beset us though we try to not
let them do so
but the rushing in that knocks
us over as we reach for just one
fresh inhalation of something
different, something
new, something that
will put us on a better
path that isn't subject to
the ever rushing in of the tide of
memories that keep rising to
the top when all we need is for
them to float away and leave us
alone
so we won't be
alone
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