Swell Of the Tide

The tide rolls in
all around her.

She is weightless.
She floats, her
head only just
above the safe line.

Breathing In
the salt water
vapour,
she allows it
to cleanse
her soul
which is so
so hurt.

Multifaceted and enduring
yet encased...locked....is a corner..
lonely...
empty...
nothingness.
Wanting something
that is past
that is gone.

She lives above water
clinging to the
other parts
of her
fragmented enclosure
which prevent
her from being
swept up in the
swell of the tide.