Changing Tides


I sit alone, my desk an island,
my peers, the waves that crash against me,
eroding the sand of my thoughts,
the door opens and the fog that once clouded my vision has lifted,
amongst the endless chatter of the hurricane winds they breath,
a newly formed island has emerged,
across the room, across the sea,
I want to reach out and let him know he is not alone,
but the strong current keeps me at bay,
their constant flow of harsh words rip my sails
but I am not discouraged
for I know that tides can change

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