The torrent inside unleashes its might,
A storm of grief, a lightning strike.
My heart's lament seeks to burst free
From the tides that pull relentlessly;
Where love and hate wage their war,
And peace slips through the open door.

Words sail like ships on sentiments sea,
Spilling my dreams into infinity.
As moonlight's spell commands the tide,
Where joy and sorrow both reside.
In the light and shadow of day and night,
Where pride and shame maintain their fight.

Beneath the weight of all these years,
Surviving tempests of hopes and fears,
My pen becomes my saving grace,
A vessel in this unsettled space.
Into the depths, my soul pours forth,
Seeking harbour and sailing north.

©️Lizzie Bevis