Figments
in a boiling sea.
Moments
of a coiling me.

Roots finding no soil
A mind lingers in turmoil
An endless journey
Unable to flee

Everything feels like a test
Nowhere a place for a rest
Yearning for some good advice,
afraid to discover too late,
that it was ONLY a bunch of lies.

These waves of destruction crumble my coastline.
Only a steady foundation could protect this borderline.

Where do I search this friend I so desperately need,
who does not wash away the sand beneath my feet?

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds