I miss my friends.
It’s been so long since someone understood my heart without an explanation.
My arm is getting tired,
throwing starfish back into the deep.
Am I making a difference?
It’s lonely being left behind on the shore,
when the waves are crashing,
Sea-salt breeze brining my hair.
Eyes fixed on the horizon,
with my feet buried firmly in the sand.
I’m just a little tired.
Maybe when the tide goes out in the morning it will take my melancholy with it.
Hope doesn’t always need feathers to fly.