Turning

The ebb calls out
The wave turns over
Consuming my senses
Empathy so aware

Tranquil pools ripple
Still air stirs
Flow spills in
Liquid self filling voids

Fever ran ramped
Drained hunger grew
Parched facade
Embellishing contact

Softly lapping
Relentless crashing
Sea’s angry wail
Wearing away resiliency

Giving again, tides must turn
Giving again, suffering to be full

Speaking with reaction
Flashes of need
Lend toward ruin
Surge over edges

Dulled light lingers
Shadows draw near
The wave turns me over
The ebb calls me back