Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


20 March 2015



On Kiawah once,

a turbulent wave

caught me unaware,

tumbling me headlong

below the murky surface.



I panicked,

swallowing salty water,

flailing and kicking


not knowing which way was up.


I still have moments,

nightmarish moments,

when I wonder,

will I drown this time,

or fight to resurface

and breathe.




21 March, 2015 - Posted by | Poetry |

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