Over Rush

Washing ashore with
Shells in the roaring surf
Escaping the indignity
Of never being enough,
Having no singular worth.

Waves worrying a body –
Left unknown, alone
So long, all valuations
Are ridiculously overblown
Still finding hope, a home.

Dawn, dusk, day, night
Afford treasures, intense pleasures
Renewed with love derived
From such sources as might
Willingly engage oceans of emotion.

Swells a song, harmony,
Set loose with intensity
Delighting whatever is left
Of freedom, wild-eyed liberty
Claimed beyond rebellion, eternity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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