Beached

Poetry

Left stranded in my emotions

The rescue party missed me

I am isolated in the waiting sands

Some truths are worth more than money

Patience, no longer feels like a virtue

But I am virtuous and I am a survivor

So I open myself to divine’s intervention

Knowing that God’s timing is priceless

And just when I am about to dry out

The tides run in to save me from this shore