by mandaceehb

vulnerable, incomplete, distrustful (of self)

marking my assertions upon loose sand

the ocean steals my ungrounded thoughts from me,

tosses and turns them in waves that rise and crash

dirty, insubstantial foam- the remnant of my beliefs

all it takes is someone stronger to make bubbles of what

you thought you knew

the shore shimmers lightly,

wounded with glass cuts, bleeding with doubt