An unpredictable life,
wave after wave.
Moving without a clear direction,
flowing relentlessly
up past rocks and sand,
then back, pulling whatever will come with it.
The storm follows
with clashing, thundering arguments
each louder than the last.
Fear brews in eyes
caught within its fury.
No one knows what’s there
in the deep darkness.
Penelope Yagake writes poetry and short stories from her home in Southern California where she works while her cat judges her from afar. When she is not writing, she draws and creates digital art. Her work has appeared in Eskimo Pie, Leaves of Ink, Fifty Word Stories, and Forced Entries.
this is so true...and very well written
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