I wish I were sunshine,
Even the tempest.
This or that.
Certain and welcoming.
Steady and terrifying.
I am neither…and both.
I am waves lapping gently,
The torrent crashing.
Sun glittering with warmth,
Clouds brewing and dark.
I welcome you,
And push away.
Part of it all,
An island.
Constant in my inconsistency.
What hope do you have of knowing me,
I am learning Myself.
About the Creator
Samantha Rusk
If only I’d write consistently, amirite?
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