Pride


In my darkest hour I could not foresee,
That the tides could override to such a degree, 
that Its swill would devour me.

Within its turning
my ocean’s began to overflow,
My river’s began to dry,
and I became
a shadow of my former self.

As you can see
the tide’s have turned,
the dawn has become me.

Ashes to ashes
the sun will rise over me,
and my body will be devoured
by its heat,
My soul will be what is
leftover of me.

I became the tide
my waves override
getting ready for the swill.

There I devour all who try to steal
My pride.
I will over come every surf
and every roll of the tide,
for I am more than just my pride.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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