In which my subconscious reminds me again and again that I can’t save everyone
A poem
I had the nightmare again:
a tsunami is coming, I see the tide pull out
farther and farther away. My family is there
and we have to run. But we can’t. Not really.
I had the nightmare again:
a tsunami is coming, I see the tide pull out
farther and farther away. My family is there
and we have to run. But we can’t. Not really.
Learning to do this writer thing and sharing as I go. Poetry, CNF, mental health, and too many other interests. Support: ko-fi.com/gracemoore
Learning to do this writer thing and sharing as I go. Poetry, CNF, mental health, and too many other interests. Support: ko-fi.com/gracemoore