5/24/09

Bipolar

Sometimes, it's like a wave
Where the highs are up and the tide breaks
And you can see the water nourishing
All of the little landscape around
But try to ignore
The life it is drowning beneath.

And when the tide goes down,
you see things differently
And have time to look and feel
But ignore the bloody footprints
Where the rocks cut your feet.

1 comment:

Adele Ward said...

This is a wonderful poem Tory. I found it very moving and love the waves imagery.

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