The Waiting Dock Poem by Jessica Reid

The Waiting Dock



Counting all the ships that sail by
hurts my courage same as my pride.
Used to try and ask for a ride,
now too absorbed in all the tears that I cry.
The oceans are big they all say
More ships pass here every day
You’ll find one traveling your way
But what if all you look forward to
Is the day you dive below the surface?

Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: waiting
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