Poetry

Tidal Waves

Tidal waves pull me under
and I haven’t the strength
to swim any longer.
But I can’t give up.

© Sarah Doughty

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41 thoughts on “Tidal Waves”

  1. I love how this poem can be interpreted in more than one way because of the ambiguity of the element causing the drowning. For me, I read it as an optimistic outlook despite drowning in mental illness. Love it.

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  2. Deep breath….relax…ride it out. Pretty soon your head will pop up again in calm, shallow turquoise water, a cold Medelo Negra stuck in the sand waiting.

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    1. You’d be surprised as what you can do when you try. I’ve been working on these micropoems for about a year now. My earlier ones were terrible (inner critic hard at work). The key is to keep trying. 😊

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