The night was cold
The wind had died down
I was alone on the beach
No one else was around.

The sound of the waves
The tide coming in
They continue, no let up
Again and again.

A constant, assurance
You can depend on
Never changing  direction
Always there, all along.

The journey,  the hardships
The pain and the grief
I now sit by myself
I don’t want to leave.

We mourn what we’ve  lost
We feel so alone
I don’t want to go back
There’s no one at home.


Photo by Angela Galardi.







Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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