Your force slams me against the wall.
Powerless as your strength steals my stability.
Wave after wave.
Breathless but breathing.
Salt from the water falling from my eyes
touches my lips as I try to stop the tide
from crashing upon my eyelids.
Down to my knees, I’m now begging for my composure
to remain,
but my resolve is like the pebbles lying there.
Soft from the water coming in, washing away
their faith.
All that is left is the sand you walk on.
Tiny grains of a person that used to be
and pieces of what is shown to the
world.