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Ocean, my huge friend

smells of salt as he drifts near

off guard, I am caught

when he rolls over my feet

pulling me into his lap

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Cold spray hits my face

though he’s large, he’s such a tease

I try to escape

but land in his bubbly wash

he waves and I laugh

Well, well, All’s not well

I think If That did beat All

for the way he looked

Now he’s not right with the world

even if it is a stage

 

What if you can’t lift

the weight of a heavy heart?

Should you work out more

or just come to realize

that the heart can’t be muscled?

Some get it; some don’t

Some give it their all; some won’t

Those that move, will go

Those that don’t, will just feel woe

A voice inside me, said so