Cold Waves


Cold waves marking us, pushing us to the shore,

or perhaps to the safety of a rock layered island

until we can gain our feet again.


There are tough times that we don’t understand

pushed to a deceptive safety, but we can

grasp at stone, and slip

maybe even fall

when bravery isn’t true

or when we allow our spirit to drift

over the waves.


We can lose ourselves, only to find

we are reinvented.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


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