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Tides & Gravity (Two for Tuesday)

I’ve been around the world
18 hour flights or more
I’ve lived inside of war
I’ve even been the whore

I’ve been a carnivore
Feasting on metaphor
With an oath I swore
And one I won’t ignore

Lost on shore
With knees on floor
I’m at his door
A beggar poor

Knocking evermore
Without valour
Not like before
Heartache at core

Meltdowns in four
With more in store
For you to abhor
All for what I adore

© Delia Ross. 2020

You break me. Only to put me back together and then break me again. And then together. Like the tide pulling. Every wave shaping me. Over and under, your tug and pull. I can’t escape your gravity. Tidal locked. Sometimes your waves are gentle and other times your undertow holds me down. Like the gravity of my mistakes. And your punishments are a tsunami. Drowning and then washed safely ashore. I ache for you in places I didn’t know existed.

When you return
So too the tide
And the color in my eye
When you are by

The way I churn
When you are near
The stars appear
My life’s not drear

Each wave a yearn
An endless shore
Where I want more
You the seashore

I want to earn
Your every surge
You give me urge
The deepest merge

© Delia Ross. 2020

My god when you rise, rise you do. The way you swell, swallow me.

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Surf

His soul is like a soothing surf
And I can’t get enough
But I’m crashing around his hidden turf
Like where the tide is rough
I get so tired like near giving up
But then he shows his worth

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Stone

Moving forward, turning corners, never finding home
Keep listening, less speaking, and most are always wrong
I go the distance that few ever roam
Universal lessons seem to keep me on my own
Often these tribulations can only be learned alone
Weakened and discouraged I’ll stop but not for long
My heart more calloused and hard like bone
Whatever it takes to keep me strong
With the wisdom of knowing that looking back can turn me to stone

And so this lesson I pack up and carry
The weight of them always seems to vary
Some are black and some are cherry
Some will taste like a strawberry
Some will make you say Hail Mary
Some are found in the morning obituary
Most will leave you cold and weary
With eyes that sting and oh so blurry
These streets have roadkill of doubt and worry

Self-medicate to try and heal
And get the energy to climb uphill
Another battle of self-will
Another demon I have to kill
Swallow the pain just like a pill
Buried deep so I can’t feel
There’s mostly lows and little thrill
And not an exit out of here
By now my soul is feeling ill
The answers are never clear

Tie my boot without goodbye
Can’t sit around to watch me cry
More of those with every sigh
If you could open it and peer inside
It would likely appear tie-dye
Like an endless horizon in the sky
Pinks and purples which mystify
There my soul longs to fly
Not depths of low but certain high
And now not a tear in my eye

You’ll never get close to me
I live by this decree
Very few are ever worthy
But God has a skeleton key
Buried under a Joshua Tree
Searching will leave you thirsty
The depths I’ve cried fill up a sea
And by this I’m already drowning
It’s past my knee
But the undertow came quickly

© Delia Ross. 2019