Winds Shift

I never learned to brave the blackest tide,

Nor how to break the crushing, heavy flow.

The waves descend to where the shadows hide,

I yield my heart and let the current go.

I will not fight this towering wall of foam,

That blurs the memories of our shattered home.

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You could try to swim, to find a grip, to bleed for what remains,

A shore your fading spirit no longer claims.

You saw the wind shift long before the storm began to cry.

Do you see the tears bleed into the sea?

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No, for I do not cry.

this time I drift away.

I am not fleeing, my love, I dive open-armed.

You panic on the dying ground, trying to choke the sand within your hands!

​As for me, I let it go,

And let the current tear away what stays of my tomorrow.

As if gripping tighter kept the cracks from spreading low,

There comes a time when staying here

Is worse than drowning in the sorrow!

The words we bled into the sand

Did not survive the first wave’s blow...

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And suddenly I understand

Why the wind chose to fiercely blow!