Lost between loneliness and liberation,
Cast to foam curling tides,
My feet dig deep down into
Blonde sanded shores
And push off.
My skin slices morning’s yawning breeze
And with it, sweeps the salt crested oceans beneath my vessel.
No matter how steady a mind anchored in familiarity,
No matter how dark a charcoal slated sky,
Persistency begets change,
Till the waves capsize hope.
- Devin D’Amato -