By Salie Davis
With little to gain, where we did reside,
as the tides ebbed and flowed, a dream to reach,
a lonely, isolated abode. in which we could hide,
to escape the hurt, our spirits beseech.
The tide we rode, never to go back again.
we couldn’t quite understand the pain. Each heart
spoke in silent speech. To risk for gain, we didn’t know.
Pain-filled lives, like grains of sand, washed to and fro
in the tide, in our boat, we did ride. sailing away,
seeking a different land. Take my hand, to heal and grow,
wash away pain, in life’s gentle rain, wash away sorrow.
Yet, the abode, we couldn’t reach, sails torn, boat tossed,
no map to guide, too much lost. The shoreline… impossible to breech,
too high the cost. Pain, like a storm…Fight against the tide,
sharp pain, no abode to abide, in the waves of pain, we died,
in the waves, in the tide, on life’s isolated beach.
WoPoLi 
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