the tide




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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