EPIC Poem: THE WAVES, by Michael Potter

I am hit with a wave
Slammed hard arresting my breath
I come up for air
Only getting a mouthful before I’m hit again
I reach for something to grasp
But I’m caught in an unrelenting torrent
I manage to touch bottom and try to stand
A riptide tears my feet from under me
I am swirling – angry
Turning – grieved
Suffocating – surrendering
Then all is still and quiet for the moment
Till I open my eyes and see our picture on the mantle
Before I am hit again.

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