Washed Over

Tears rain down
Cover her soul
Flood and threaten to overwhelm
Who is she kidding?
They’ve already overtaken
Washed over
Perhaps this is why the ocean appeals
The salt-air thick in her lungs
Like breathing tears
Tears that fill and overflow
Her constant companions
Cheeks wet
Broken hearted crystals
The pressure of her heart’s pain
Squeezing diamonds from her eyes
Cascading over and down
Constant flow
Will they ever dry up?
Will it ever stop hurting?
The loneliness
Longing to be loved
Cared for
Picked up
Made whole
No, instead she’s drowning
Afraid her beauty won’t be seen
Until it’s much, much too late

©️tara caribou – 2018

20 thoughts on “Washed Over

        1. The saying in Alaska is: the odds are good but the goods are odd. We have the highest men to women ratio of any other state. But mostly I see families around these parts. But I do know a few singles here and there. We’re all pretty spread out, it seems. You know how Alaska is.

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  1. At the end of this storm, a calm sea will greet you. They say only those sailors who have survived raging storms are the best ones.
    So if you’re going through a tough time right now, remember that this storm is just a catalyst and at the end of it all, you’ll emerge stronger than ever.
    And as for the lonely part, you’re definitely not lonely. I’m pretty sure you have people who care. And I may just be another insignificant user visiting your blogs but I do care about you too. So heads up. And this was so wonderfully written. I really do love it ❤

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