"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Tide.

The tide is rising--
I'm afraid
of this swelling emotion
afraid it's taking over.
I watch as
the dark water curls
and crashes
over my head.
My reflection
looks strangely
like my mother
and my father too
and I'm drowned
in anxiety
and failure
and mine.

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