Storm

her love is as swift and as powerful as the clap of thunder, her joy as temptestous as the crashing waves of the sea yet her grief leaves a mark like a lightning — following the thunder in its wake — © 2017

Drown

all the tides of the ocean has tipped you time and again, over and over but never forget that there are beacons; lifelines that you can hold on to let your irrepressible spirit float you to the shore. — © 2017