The Ocean written by: T. Ahzio   She knows me Though, I haven’t witnessed Everything she is All her anger and angst Frozen at times, treacherous. I know her From the safety of my footing. She can pull me, she pulls me, I am pulled. Not by ebb, but by longing A craving for our meeting. She allows me to see her. I am but painted doll Easily tripped into a fall. We are cyclic, together. Friends as we are. … Continue reading The Ocean