When the flood recedes in time
Just muck from all the glory’s left
Like a poem without rhyme
The truth can’t hide in idle phrase
A symphony tuned out of key
You’ll be remembered for your lows
I nearly made a life for me
Among these dunes of endless sand
No pain exists as unique thought
A treasure held by one is all
Don’t fear the threat of being caught
Our story lives beneath the waves
Megan Porter Poetry 