So long as the ocean drains from her eyes she won't speak
Afraid to sound weak
Afraid to twist your arm with the waver in her voice
She won't look you in the eyes after the stinging begins
She's been taught not to pour herself out in front of others
It's a ritual for the dark.
In moments of weakness when the stinging gets too strong and the dam is broken
The ocean springs to life.
Her flame is lit
she holds nothing back.
But it only fuels the turbulent tide within her
The ocean forming rivers,
Like an endless cycle
Her ocean
Feeding rivers
Fueling her flame
In turn riling the tide of her ocean
All of this brewing The storm inside her Rushing with tidal waves Raging with hellfire
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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