Walking on the beach I stumble
The tide rushes in to cushion my fall
I open my arms to its embrace
Cut with the shell I have shed
For a world that no longer wants me
I wait for the tide to take me home
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This poem has appeared in The Daily Verse segment of The Wise Owl Magazine.
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R.I. Károly
R. I. Károly is a Hungarian author currently based in Germany. Her work explores both poetry and prose in both Hungarian and English.
Her haiku chapbook "We Fall Through" can be purchased as ebook here.
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Comments (2)
Very powerful beautiful poem!
This was so profound and beautifully written. Loved your poem!