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Water Sounds

written by: Sheri M. Stewart


I sit between two young trees,
On a grassy bank of the Conodoguinet Creek.
Blonde hair gently blown by the wind.
Blue eyes closed, holding a tsunami at bay.

I feel the warm sun on my face,
and the slight dampness of the ground.
I sense the serenity of the moment,
although there is turmoil within.

I reflect on how I must look at peace,
sitting listening to the water.
While within flows a babbling torrent,
seeking to pull me under.

The waves begin to surge,
crashing against heart's barriers.
The dam breaks and teardrops spill,
creating the patter of salt filled rainfall.

The soft cry of gulls issue from lips,
as I rock on this turbulent sea.
My pain gushing forth
as liquefied anguish.

The ocean becomes a lake,
a pond, a marsh, then dry ground.
I sit emptied, adrift and alone,
as part of me is borne downstream.

Sheri M. Stewart

Sheri M. Stewart

I am interested in and fascinated by so many things in the world around me. I am a dreamer and a lover. I endure great pain and sadness. I am bi-polar. I have learned to embrace the many facets of who I am. I chose to view my illness as just another part of what makes me unique. I write as a form of self-expression and art. I share in the hopes that others can identify with my writing and know they are not alone.
Sheri M. Stewart

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