Tiny
A poem by Aimee Green

Tiny
I remember the ocean that escaped me,
revealing you at its low tide.
Driftwood, debris, discarded
pieces of the sea.

A tiny message in a tiny bottle.

I remember those battering waves:
ignorance, panic, anger, sadness.
The storm – there and gone –
as sudden as it came.
We toppled, drifted, sank.
Ignorance was the hardest to weather.

You, a treasure, washed up on the sand.
I picked you up, read the message 
you’d come all this way to deliver:

I’m here.
Do you see me?

About the Author:

Aimee Green graduated from the University of Birmingham, UK, with a Masters in Creative Writing. Since then she has continued to live and work in the city whilst bringing up a young daughter, painting, and rediscovering her poetic voice. She writes confessional poetry from her own experiences and shares her writing over at http://aimeegreenwriter.wordpress.com.

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