Sands of Shore

The sands of shore

Are the outer most parts

Of our selves

The ocean

A reservoir of emotion

Generates from its depth

The slightest stirring

Into a wave,

The water breaks

It never ceases

Happiness expressed as

Sweet laughter

Anger as quivering

Escalated yells

Resentment as

Deafening silence

Peace as

Contained acceptance

When one is finished

There is another

No end in sight

No beginning in sight

Before I can breathe

I am being washed

Over

With another