A storm.
The waves fall and rise. They rise and fall. A storm of death and destruction and I am at the shore, picking up the broken pieces Of a ship Of a sailor's dream Of a child's lego piece Of hope. I never knew water can burn so much I never knew it can tear at my insides I never knew the waves can swallow me whole All while I'm out on the sand, dry, sunny, safe. I once was the captain of that ship And that ship was my home Now that ship is at my footsteps, shattered in pieces. It lost the storm. It died in it With its sailors And its legos And its hope. And the world was watching. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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