A tide has breached my heart

A tide has breached my heart, poem and photograph by: Erickson

It washed me onto shore, and I felt my own bubbles pop on brittle sand.
I was thrown back into the water, by rough fisherman hands. 

I panic, 
even while I breathe. 
Change is a lot more intense than a newfound breeze.
It becomes the ocean waves that fly too high, 
ones that make lifeguard whistles blow. 
I love. 
So intensely, you know. 

There was a child, lost at sea, that I saw with naked and fragile eyes. 
I tried to tell you; his face has never left my mind.  

So when I journey into the water, after panicking to pack, 
and having made such a large journey from home, 
Please show me 
that my large loving actions are not abandoned, on a buoy, alone.  

Thanks for reading, ~Erickson

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