Tell the thousand

Years of storms

Which lash

My skin

Their lesson has

Been absorbed

The risk of

Living present

In the everyday

And the concerns

Seldom shared

But when

I am weak

I come to you with

The same hunger

As when I am strong

The same steps

But a different


And I say how I feel

Without shame

But some part of me

Knows the value of


This bitter ocean

Demands a steady hand

And there you stand

Calling my name

And I know

In your eyes

I am


Kiss the salt from

My lips



Published by MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here. You can find more about me here: http://wp.me/P4B2tw-1 Represented by SMART Talent Agency (http://www.smart-talent-kent.co.uk/) I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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