Weight (an acrostic poem)

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What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair

Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on

It was no use. She broke.

Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor

Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling

They were children!

Swell (an acrostic poem)

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Starlight-sparkles dance on the whitecapped waves

Waltzing their way to a sandy landing

Every new pulse of water brings up another promenade

Letting the dance go on and on throughout the night

Leaving the scene when the sun peaks over the horizon

Shell (an acrostic poem)

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Silicon beds abound with bivalves

Hidden under a blanket of warm tropical water

Every wave akin to a gentle breeze that brings savory delights

Letting the colony feast on the bounty of the surrounding sea

Life might suck, but for an ocean filter, that means you are living large!

Struggle (an acrostic emotional adventure)

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So many troubles were raining down on her

That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences

Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there

Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life

Giving up was always an option

Going under and never resurfacing again

Life would just go on for those around her

Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore

Reef (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching out into the crystal blue water

Enticing the multitudes to live among the outstretched fingers

Encircling all in the cycle of life

Frolicking in the changing currents

Cider (an acrostic poem)

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Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug

In the dead of winter the water freezes on top

Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below

Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months

Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience