Friction

image by Abimael Linares

As I elevate in my growth, mishaps occur, some not within my control. Whether or not they are, like a wave approaching shallow water, I feel defeat. Just like the waves break at shore, I do too. A broken wave returns to its natural form. It descends and again raises into a wave, sometimes larger than the last. It settles. It exists. The wave lives in reaction to its circumstance.

​I’m very much like a wave changing all hours of the day, all days of the week, all weeks of the year. 

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by Jessica G Ferrer
Personals. February 16 2023, 7:33pm PT