Literature
Broken washed up
Broken
Waves crashing like wild stallions on a broken shore.
The roar of millions of pebbles pushed and turned,
then tossed like a salad, discarded like flotsam,
waiting patiently for the scavengers to sift through,
when the storm has broken and the day is done.
Thoughts crashing like a wild stallion on a broken shore.
The roar of millions of memories pushed and turned
then tossed like a salad, discarded like flotsam,
waiting patiently for the therapist to sift through,
when the torment has broken and another day is won.