Wind swept
And gritty
I sit in the sand
Watching the ocean roll
Relentlessly the waves come
Pushing
Encroaching
Over and over
And over and over again
Wearing down
The sand
The rocks
Never ending
Sometimes
Life seems like the ocean
Wave after wave
Of trouble
Hurt
Need
Never ending
Inevitable
The waves come
An my soul like the beach
Is rubbed raw
Eroded
I cannot hope to survive
I cannot hope
And yet
As the beach
I remain
Changed and sculpted
I've have that same feeling when sitting on the beach (my favorite thing to do). You put it in words so well. Love your words my friend.
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