Sea of Years
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Mar 13, 2017
- 1 min read
The sea of years,
the dismal depth of time,
so enticing when your skin is still new
and your dreams are untouched.
You tread so carelessly along
it’s beach,
dipping your toes in the surf,
grabbing shells,
lying so calmly along the damp sand.
Little Velveteen,
don’t forget where you’re at,
don’t forget where it leads.
Don’t forget that we’ve all been there
and fought the downhill battle of time.
Velveteen, you are not lost,
you are just wandering
amongst this sea of years.
You still haven’t found the path
of least resistance.
Who can help you when you do?
