Saturday, May 04, 2019

Poem: "The Moment Chooses Me"

I don't choose the moment
It chooses me
Swept away by rolling waves 
To the stillness of the sea 
Eyes shut tight 
Fingers crossed 
Allowing things to be 
Allowing things I can't control 
To wash and carry me
Into waves of waters warm 
Beneath the rolling sea
The moment I don’t choose, oh no
The moment chooses me. 

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