© Janet Webb
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We’re in deep. Too deep.
All was calm. All was bright…as it could be. Considering the circumstances.
We took it hour by hour. Then day by day.
We shoulda known the calm would only last so long.
High tide, low tide. The winds of change.
Then storm clouds formed on the horizon.
There’s no good outcome. We’ll tread water until it levels off.
How did you keep afloat?
We’ll do what we can. And hopefully walk away, without any more wounds.
We’re already scarred forever.
No one wins after something like this. Except maybe the vultures.
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Thanks for reading and happy trails!
The Mom Who Runs: 
You capture the desolation very well.
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Thanks for reading and your comment!
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Great play with water-related words. I love it.
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it! 😄
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Interesting story. I find myself wondering if it is a literal story or a metaphor and it works either way.
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Hi, ahtdoucette! Thanks for reading & your comment. It’s a little of both; you could call it “realistic fiction” as the origin is real but the story itself is not. Glad it made you wonder, though! 🙂
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Dear Sara,
I think everyone can relate to this free verse of yours. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! I’m glad I wrote something that will resonate. Happy trails! 😃
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