creating me [using words]

Unrelenting Waves

Assailants in waves
knocking me flat, yet again
a mouthful of sand
I rise, I fall, I spin

Blurred, blood-shot eyes strain
toward mercy in the distance
the heavens bend down
at my insistence

It is not prayer
in the traditional sense
this rising with gritty grains in my teeth
this explosion past every ridiculous fence

But the skies have parted,
a sliver of dry land
through chaos: this is God.
I just barely understand.


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creating me [using words]


creating me [using words]

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