- too afraid to touch the shore, mark its title on a finish line. The poem drags itself back to the core, and laps up to the sand again just so you can play your game of crisp touch on it's fluid edge. The poem calls itself a gentle uprising inside your very throat. It gurgles out the sunshine like the ocean foams up in joy at the sand's feet. This felt just right. After a while. A warmest vote of gratitude to all those beautiful queens who held me through when things seemed unlike home. Also. Namoos , I almost never know what I'd do without you because you pop up like the angel you are at the best of times. We miss her, but we'll be strong together. #rzthe_ocean_is_a_poem #yqrestzone #yqrz #collabwithrestzone #metaphor #YourQuoteAndMine #yourquotebaba #yq Collaborating with Rest Zone Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
