Doubt

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it’s not far, that distance between
believe
and the way your eyes looked away
clouds that look like angels
fade back to white on blue
those things we build upon
foundations
stacked on sand instead of stone
cracking, crumbling, falling down,
silent questions louder than lightning strikes
inside
distance appearing like fog over water
doubt thick in the air
and where the cracks are
your questions grow like wildfire
I burn
but
I
still
know

Weathering Me

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when the sun was still early in the sky

and the waves broke easy near the shore

I waded past knee high white caps into the Atlantic

early summer smiled and so did I

floating through what the sea rolled my way

                                      

hours like minutes, until the clock faced sky

began to fill with cloudy hands

the water churned mixing salt and sand

the roll pulled me down the shore, but still I rode

swam harder to keep time with the sea

 

the sun sank lower, watching me

clouds spread darker, angering the sea

I grew smaller and more tired, floating out the waves

still I stayed in that day

where else would I be?

 

the tide began to rip and pull at me

drew me out further, where the surf broke high and loud

I dove beneath, let it swirl above

but it all came faster and faster

trying to keep up with the sea

 

my breath was short and salty

what I had left was low as the falling sun

watching as a breaker swept over me

tossed beneath its turbulent green

I washed up on shore, a piece of driftwood

 

next wave hit me square, spun me under

pulled me back, so I stayed at the edge and didn’t leave

sun still watching, still waiting, still listening

I was salt and sand and part of the sea

wave after wave weathering me