Low Tide

I'm Learning to walk again

Memories like snakes around my twisted ankles

Water bearing corpses of others thrown aside

In pity and revulsion I leave them

Knowing i'm not alone to fall for broken promises

Yet Bitter memories foam inside these wounds

The dead have fingers

Grasping at my throat

As crabs they pull while climbing back ashore

Yet somehow I still live

So When those bones laugh at the hermit shaking in his sands

Forgive

And learn it's okay to stumble while you try