My courage comes in waves,
washing me away in the ebb
and constant flow, erasing
the features of my face, rubbing
free the crags of my being,
breaking my sharp edges into
smooth and polished places.
My courage comes in waves,
washing me away in the ebb
and constant flow, erasing
the features of my face, rubbing
free the crags of my being,
breaking my sharp edges into
smooth and polished places.
