Undercurrents

Overflow of emotions

The sun evokes

Painted toes in the sand

Turned over flip flops to protect the feet

Melted sunscreen on glistened skin

The ocean evokes

Vast spaces where there is no container

No holder

No embrace

A sullen rebuff stains

The arm goes astray.

reach ..Reach.. Reach!

But the fingertips do not meet

Like a repeated song, they long

The quest for someone to fill

Only to find blue

Fractures outline the waves

A solo hand soothes

But to no avail

Undercurrents take castles

The tides ebb but there is no flow

The moon shines but is left unseen

The sounds carry metal that collides

Tears spill in the vessel of the belly

Rhyme is congested

Night lurks with sad overflow

The container cannot hold

Sticky grief like molasses grips the dark sky

Where the warmth of water has no power

There is no dissolve

Only a narrow road with tight turns

Without exits

Without entrances

Without windows

They want to cry

But tears are tired of traveling the facial roads

The path is arduous yet predictable

Maybe a scream can finally free the pain

And shed the freight

To capture hope

Hope to see through the grey

Hope for tides to be seen as waves that play

Hope for a bird that stands

And oceans that expand

The hand that finally finds the other hand

For the embrace

The hold that confirms the sun will return

And the moon will shine

Sandy skies

Sun drenched grains

Rays that shine

Brightness that blinds

And the sun shows

Painted toes in the sand

Turned over flip flops to protect the feet

Melted sunscreen on glistened skin

Soon,

the embrace for myself will be enough

To hold the pain

And to remember

Painted toes in the sand….

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