Tides

My secret is like the tide,
thundering and roaring
in my ear.
How could you?
Why did you?
The regret fills my mind
like a blanket of fog.
cold,
damp,
endless
obscuring all thought.
My secret is like a wave:
gigantic, powerful, terrible.
But then it slinks
back with the tide
into a dark
deep
frozen
place where it dwells
until it is once again pulled out into
open water.

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Audrey Larkin, age 12
San Francisco, California
Poetry Inside Out
Teachers: John Simon/Anita Sagástegui