Poetry: Tide of Life

Tide of Life

Aug. 5, 2013
H. Danielle Crabtree

Ghosts are haunting me tonight,
Chasing away sleep,
Leaving only phantoms,
That corrupt my peaceful dreams.

No more can I see your face,
Or feel your loving touch,
Because the monsters that follow me,
Have become too much.

They have settled upon the sacred shore,
And chased me to the edge,
But when I look upon the water,
I feel no fear or dread.

The ever-changing tide of life,
Knows just what I need,
To stand in the waters,
Until my soul comes clean.

Then the demons that circle,
Will be angels once again,
And I’ll rediscover heaven,
Instead of dwelling in this sin.