High Times Ruined by High Tides

Sadness comes in waves
Washing over freshly opened wounds with salt water
Retreating tides only offer a respite of relief
Relinquishing the sand to be wet when the waves wash in again
Another day where the sun’s speed is not fast enough to dry the sand
High times ruined by high tides

Storms set to sustain high tides for some time
No relief for the poor sand left to sit without sunlight under the swells
Silent and drowning under the weight of the waves
A peaceful misery
Shoulder to shoulder, sand stands alone despite being in a sea of itself

So many of us suffer quietly, waiting for the sun again
Anxiously holding our breath
Bracing for the wave to rest a rock on top of our only hope for light, low tide
Sometimes it’s hard to see a way out
When the pressure on top of you is unrelenting
Understand that the low tide will always come
Just try your best not to get buried amongst the sea of sand

—Connor