Direction

On this rising tide, I’ll find my light.
That pulls me back to the shore.
Then leave the misery, like flotsam on the waves.
And think of you, nevermore.

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08/09/201808/09/2018 by Mark Ryan Categories: hope, light, ocean, oceans, PoetryTags: art, change, flash, hope, light, lighthouse, misery, ocean, poem, poetry, rhyme, sea, shore, wave, waves 4 Comments