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The towering arc of a tidal wave
about to crash,
its barrel curling in on itself.
For a moment, in slow motion
gravity pulling, tidal-force propelling
its relentlessness unstoppable,
inevitable, yet still shattering every time.
It collapses on itself.
A terrifying crash, a formidable roar
that will smash and drown you every time,
unless you're prepared.
Yet, in spite of its inevitability
we are never ready.
About the Creator
Tim Boxer
Tim is UK-based writer of all things family, faith and adventure.

Comments (1)
Well said. Nice poem!