• Tony Frobisher

Hope's Shore


Hope deserted me on a distant shore Tide weary, pebble strewn and waves implored, Do not stand upon this cold listless beach, Watching each breaking crest, fall out of reach. The seabirds will mock and caw in disdain As they spy tears that mix with spray and rain. And winds begin to sound their mournful wail While the clouds spit and sting with raging hail. Face the sea, shingle groans and constant sighs Where the bitter bones, frozen marrow lie. And walk away from the advance of tide Head hung sullen low and with dented pride. For hope was never cast away to sea Hope remained landbound contained within me. I turn away from wave, wind and sorrow Face the storm, 'til a better tomorrow.

#hope #sadness #optimism #sea

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