Poetry

Breaker

I’m just as much a force of nature
As that oceanic blitz
Just as hit or miss

Sixty percent water and forty percent pain
The embodiment of the thunder and the rain

I’ll always be this way
A torrent and a grace
Obsessive and compulsive
But secure in my own space

I’ll always be the breaker
You’ll always be the shore
You need the calmest waters
I’ll always want much more

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