A Writers Bloc workshop feature
August 27
I never thought
With a thousand winds against my back and the waves of solace breaking through a foamy white-washed sunset
That I would emerge as the victorious lover
On a side full of bright light and ever-glowing pandemonium
This chaos with the beach and the rocks falling, cliffs beckoning, lives entangling
Had never seemed so calm
Than now, when the present opens and blooms like the first spring flower