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Rip Tide

Three times I reach my hand.
Three times you let me go.
With intent.

Rip tide has you.

If I dove into your current,
Lived your death,
Shared your fate,
Would that help?

Rip tide wants me, too.

So I stay here, grounded,
while you're carried out to sea,
rejecting every rescue.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


Old Egg said...

There is a lot of hurt in this where it is difficult to understand the pain that is left behind. Unmoored but not unmourned. Mind you it may be just a boat!

December 8, 2012 at 9:47 PM
Jae Rose said...

We need to anchor ourselves on the shore..however hard it is to watch another drown in the rip tide..easier said..maybe..your words are crisp as the peak of a wave..and as hitting..

December 9, 2012 at 2:22 AM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Been there, survived it. Just as you have. And I'd say we're both in better places for it, as hard as it is.

December 9, 2012 at 6:35 AM
Anonymous said...

Very good this - your use of words really brings out the struggle and the greatness of being grounded :)

December 9, 2012 at 11:14 AM
Alice Audrey said...

And it is so hard to watch the one who insists on getting carried away go.

December 9, 2012 at 11:47 AM

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