So they say with the rise in the tide..

..they lay in what they know not..

Such a pitiful lot awash with tears and fought fears.

Through the years senses deem,

it’s by and large, the status quo. Full of woe.

No longer stay.

Start a new day…way..

….if you dare–care,

the sun rises as night’s stormy shadows rest.

No more the standard, unique in the way..

Playfully move forward having risen from depths renewed.


Submitted as part of the Poetry Palace Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 55