The ocean thinks nothing of a sailboat
caught in its powerful current
It sends waves randomly, mercilessly
because it must
The small boat topples then rights itself
again and again, struggling for the shore
It will succumb to the sea, sinking helplessly
because it must
If only you were the sail boat and I were the sea...
But as it is, I cannot hate you for raging on
while to your depths I plummet silently
because you must ~
Copyright ©2003 Angela Schofield
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