“Waves”

by A_F_R_O_W

It comes,

in waves.

Knowing when,

and,

showing how,

to be brave.

Something,

crashing over,

undulating,

my interior,

gives me courage,

to rise up,

against the feeling,

of inferior.

Tears, crash,

within the wake,

of being woken up,

to Life,

renewed.

Few

and far, between,

are torrid tides,

torrential

flash-floods,

of raining, purple moods.

It comes,

in barrel-form.

I surf,

and breathe.

Hang on, for ten,

then, exhale,

with, sheer, eloquence,

the saline air.

I am Unquenchable.

The surface

of my Heart,

laid bare.

It comes,

consistently,

the Unafraid I.D.,

granted, unto me.

Endorsed,

by prayer,

coursing through

gateways,

of, insistent, mouths,

from across the rolling sea,

inhabiting, the hills..

they call,

from west, to south,

those things,

that be not,

yet, here,

as though, they were…

… and they arrive,

in waves,

to meet and greet

a, waiting, shore..

Better, than I imagined..

..better, than real…

..better, than ever..

And, immediately,

all is calm.

The trooping storms,

have ebbed away.

They are,

no more.

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