Young Love
©April 11th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Young love hits like a tsunami
Leaving behind devastation.
The waters swirl everywhere,
Carrying bits of broken beings,
Banging into bits of other broken beings.
There are deadly whirlpools.
Rising waves obliterate all
That we built up of ourselves.
Gasping, we reach out,
Grab a passing plank,
Heave ourselves up.
Far away, an island
Green and calm, waits.
Calmness is a dream,
Calling our bruised hearts.
We do all we can to arise
From under that wave of feeling,
And reach that place.
And as we flow towards it,
The waters ebb, the debris
Is deposited on passing shores.
And as the wave subsides,
We grieve even as we utter a prayer,
A song of gratitude for the chance
To remake ourselves,
And to be remade.
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