There is no rhyme or reason <br />for this sudden thought of mine; <br />I just picked up this pen, <br />and the words I always fought <br />started to flow like crimson <br />down my chest in a stream so warm, <br />and life just was not worth living. <br />As suddenly as I thought this, <br />my life flashed before my eyes, <br />I felt a rushing flood <br />come from behind closed doors. <br />The tide rushed out <br />far beyond my outstretched arms, <br />and there was no one else <br />standing on the sandy beach- <br />and even as I fought the words, <br />they all rushed to my side- <br />to save me from oblivion? <br />Or maybe from myself? <br />Almost instantly the flood doors <br />slammed tightly shut, <br />but the beach was buried <br />once again by the tide <br />of emotions that were so uncontrollable. <br />The single set of footprints <br />that I had left behind <br />have been washed away, <br />so that no one will ever know <br />that I came here tonight. <br />Whenever people see my face <br />they see a happy smile, <br />but I am like the tide- <br />unpredictable and ever changing- <br />and my emotions are the sandy shores <br />that get burried by every wave.<br /><br />Theresa Potts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beach-10/
