Sister
with the bruised cheek, you
Did
not stumble, but came too close.
If
you dare get close again,
Again
the blows will fall.
When
I walk the beach
The
dark stain of earlier waves
Guides
me how near I dare go
Without
getting wet.
Sometimes
a rogue wave
Slaps
the shore. Exceeds
What
came before. Either I leap,
Or
my feet get a soaking.
After
days of calm, his rage
Will
return aimed at you
And
lest you dart, you may not
Survive
the beating.
You
are a loyal wife,
Humble
but blind, you're
Ever
more precious than
Your
relationship with him.
The
waves may have no say
Striking
the sand.
Sister,
you are not held to him
By
gravity. Time to leap.
I AM SEA GLASS
A Collection of Poetic Pieces
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