Terra Firma

So many words tumbling about my head

So many feelings bursting to get out

I open my mouth but nothing comes out

I open my arms …. but no one is about

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Little Pink

Every day, the tide comes in. With it this morning, a Little Pink feather. Washed ashore, abandoned by the sea. Feels very much like me.

Little Pink is left upon the rocks, watching lonely from her spot. As children play and families have fun. Maybe one day Little Pink’s time will come.

For a long lonely day, Little Pink remains. Until darkness and silence falls and her friend the sea returns.

The waves pick Little Pink up. In their flow she feels at home. Never ever to be lonely again.