Tides

Helen

Tides

Helen
beach-863350_640(Editor's Note: We welcome Helen, who cares for her husband, to our blogging team today. You can connect with Helen on her profile page: @storycrafter.)

Like the ocean tide, grief ebbs and flows.

Unlike the tide it is as unpredictable and capricious as the wind.

In the night it caught me unaware:

Suddenly there it was,

Already halfway up the shore,

Lapping at my toes

And filled with hungry sea creatures,

Nipping and biting

Until my eyes overflowed,

Like the tide

Now sweeping over my feet,

My ankles, my knees...

My heart.

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daffy don

I am a retired sailor and am friends with the sea. My tides crest and recede, leaving my beach changed, and sometimes I find a treasure has been brought to me. Like my beach I can find renewal and a new joy within my cleansed heart. The tide will carry my grief away.

Michelle

Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem. I do so relate to what you are expressing. We are often caught unaware, aren't we?

Denise

Oh, Helen. This is heartbreakingly beautiful. \r\n\r\nI'm so glad you started blogging. I'm looking forward to what's next!!

frogger16

You have an awesome gift! I love how you used the ocean tied to express grief through poetry.