Waves

Water soaking tired feet; he refuses
to feel the cold, wanting to be alone.
Thoughts enter with a surge, leaving bruises
behind in a wayward mind long unknown.

He's been backed against the wall for too long.
The salty spray of waves hide bitter tears
but give him the strength to continue on.
Renewed spirit, revival of his soul,

No more will he bow down and reform to,
her demands. Freedom is in his grasp once,
more. Water soaks once tired feet; a new found
spirit grows from the waves crashing from the wind.