Waves of Life
Under the notion that we can make the best of this terrible tempest, living our lives against the current in which we cant see. Taken from infancy and tossed here and there like waves out in the ocean. Young as they were friends they would forever be. Their foster home offered some refuge but no love was ever there. Love they often wondered if they knew what it meant, if they had ever felt it’s warm embrace. All four had long ago wondered if they would ever belong. They felt so different because different is how they were made to feel. But something happens when you have friends by your side, the world doesn’t seem to engulf you in it’s negative and often debilitating state of mind. How often would they have given their all if only given the chance. They were labeled and marked and often mocked. Their clothes were worn with tiny holes here and there. Shoes, what shoes for they loved to be barefoot.
