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The last wave of sadness comes without warning,
strong and unforgiving.
It rips through walls built,
drowning out what's been sheltered.
The fragile heart is no match for the surge.

It is the eye of the storm;
It stirs up the deepest and darkest of waters,
brings in the heaviest of clouds.
It moves fast, muted but resolute in its presence;
Bearing down, its arrival is crushing.

It devastates but passes quickly;
The pieces of what's left behind will settle with the calm.
Remember the architecture of your raw heart,
the feeling of wholeness.
Remember, reconcile, reconstruct.
 Jul 2014 Kelsey Long
Jake
You want me to say that four letter word and mean it.
But I don't know yet if that is true.
Forgive me for my caution you must understand.
The last time I said that word, it nearly ended my life.
I'm not dwelling on the past, but I need some time.
Because Love is one of the few things I give a **** about.
Another is you which is why I cannot hurt you by saying that word to soon.
 Nov 2013 Kelsey Long
Nicci
Half circle waves crash into themselves on the shore
wipes the slate clean as they rush back to the deep
Where Amphithrite cradles them to her breast
and collects the imprints of lover’s footprints
before she sends them out again

If I jump ship and the tide draws me close to your heart,
will you keep me safe in the circle of your arms
Will you extinguish the lighthouse’s glow
so the pirates can run aground on jagged rock
buried in a sailors grave where no roses grow

When all is done and the storm has gone
will you walk with me on the shore my love
close to the clean slate of the water’s edge
Where the the waves can collect our footprints
and carry them to Amphithrite’s breast
Amphithrite is the Goddess queen of the Sea, Poseidon’s wife from Greek mythology.
I'm a different person
My wings have grown small and dull
I'm not the beautiful creature you had made

I'm bruised and cut
I'm ugly and broke
I want to go back

You've gone and left me
Your nowhere to be found
I'm a souless toy, not needed
 Nov 2013 Kelsey Long
Hunter Beck
the scars that hurt the worst
are the ones you can't see

the scars you can't see
are the hardest to heal

the scars hardest to heal
are the ones you can never forget
There is a road in my head
There is a map in my heart
I have sense in me
To know where to start

Crossroads will come
Wrong paths may be chosen
But where the willow tree grows
My heart is frozen
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