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Adrift

Adrift

The ocean mixes with the sand,
cementing me to where I stand.
I’m motionless as water schemes
to put an end to silent screams.
Though not yet drowned by my despair,
I find some burdens hard to bear.
No easy out from where I stand,
so firmly rooted to the sand.
But then a wave comes in to break
and rescues me for my own sake.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 1/12/14 prompt at Poetic Bloomings to write a “water” poem.

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