High Tide

They have correctly identified the slide of sand

Where water does not meet boat

That slice of sand is you my heart

When the tide rises and you’re afraid you’ll drown

Hide behind your rock on that sand

Stretch out, tunnel deep and wait it out

Because the pain, like the tide, is sure to pass

And people, no people will get you through

What you yourself can’t

– Tara

Tara runs this business, and eats coffee.

Image by Sneha Mohanty Photography

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