Poem: Crashing Waves

(Poetry is a better use of my 3am wake up time. Then again anything is better than yesterday’s tears.)

Crashing Waves

crashing waves
stolen glances
feelings rampant
casual questions
worried thoughts
dangerous fall
memories last
start over?


[Poetry Archive] [About Cat Hartliebe]

These types of poems prove that even without trauma, I’d still be a writer. I feel so much, so readily. But it would be nice if I couldn’t write [Poem: Let the Storm Break].

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