Ripple Effect | Poem

That night…she found herself in the rippling current of despair.

An argument with her daughter.

An analogy of respect and responsibilities.

A way out through an open door. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

She was caught at the crossroads with her daughter between childhood and being a teenager. Emotions an increasing storm.

A short walk to the sea shore.

A small craft boat of answers.

The sky reigning colors…blue, orange, lavender hues.

The soft rippling of ocean and the unintentional influence on her mind.

Somehow falling. Somehow undulating her soul.

Ripple Effect | Linda J Wolff


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