Nancy Nile

May 27th 2002 - Australia

Something About The Waves

It was something about the waves
Rising strong and tall
Breaking soft and small
A sense of calm my body craves

It was something about the reflection
A distorted being holding me captive
A version of me that speaks in cursive
It’s easy to forget the mirror too is broken

It is something about the emotion
The ocean’s spray dusting my cheeks
A joy and freedom my heart seeks
The world’s sharp edges start to soften
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