Poem: Like the Tides

Like the tides

It ebbs and flows

I try to let it wash over me

But the rip tide drags me under

Forcing the breath from my lungs

©Angela Walker

I am tossed on the waves

Like a rag doll

Thrown from crest to crest

Then I am washed up on the shore

Dumped

Amongst the broken shells and dried out seaweed