backlash of the wave
I feel the water pressed flat to my palm,
the mysterious errie and horrible calm,
the power surgeing underneath,
the feeling as if I've made a breach.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741