The Sea
She sits upon the shore as waves come crashing in.
Thinking about where to go, wondering where she’s been.
An unstoppable force, in comes the tide.
She sits exposed, nowhere to hide.
The water slowly comes rolling in.
She cannot tell beginning from end.
It’s cold, deep, and dark.
Like the future, bleak and stark.
She hears the sea calling to be free.
Yet that is not what is meant to be.
No escape is to be found.
Just the same as she is bound.
Tied to the purpose she must serve.
Bound by ties she does not deserve.
Her despair knows no limits.
Growing minute by minute.
Yet still she does what must be done.
Always and forever, she will be the one.
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