Messy

It’s messy 

never quite right

the human heart

that continues to fight

against the tide

rushing upon the shore

filled with false pride.

Ever standing 

on the shifting sands

losing our balance

watching the sea boil.

The messiness overtakes

a relentless tsunami 

until at last it breaks

upon rock that stands

silent amidst the noise.

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