like the rolling tide
my hands reach for the shoreline
scarred by stones and shells
About the Creator
Beyond the Blue Horizon: A Journey Through Family Addiction and Recovery
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide comes in, covering everything with warm ocean crystals that fade away. I’m running, I think, and the spray sticks to my ankles, hiding my legs from view.
By Rosalina Jane6 days ago in Poets
Why Didn't Anyone Tell Us
Men, move along. This is not for you. This is for the women. I was forty-five when I began menopause. It is pretty young for that to be going on in a woman’s life, but I had undiagnosed PCOS, my entire life. Thank you to all the gynecologists I had seen my entire life. That in itself should encourage women to keep seeking second opinions, especially when you are not getting correct answers or any at all.
By Alexandra Grant2 days ago in Humans
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Such a lovely piece! You paint a vivid picture so well in so few words! MORE PLEASE!!!