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.

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Struggle

Wading through water

That turns to mud

Pulling, sucking, taking

Tired, heavy and done.

Lie down with me

Rest your mind and body.