Similes
As empty as a cookie jar within a child’s reach
As weak as the delicate silk of spider webs
Gathered together like sewn pieces of thread
As rough as a stubbly beard
Trembling like a racing pulse
Praying like a frightened child
Bouncing like a coin across the water
Smiling like a rich gambler
Metaphors
Heart of sand
Mountains of frozen tears
War is death
The ocean is a blanket of silk
The moon is a beacon of hope
This house of hope
My love is an endless sea
Writing is a battlefield
Poem
I stand by the shore,
Clutching a thin shawl around my shoulders,
Trembling like a racing pulse.
The harsh wind is cold and unforgiving,
Biting at my icy, cold flesh.
I look ahead at the water.
The ocean is a blanket of silk
That ripples with the whistling wind.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a pebble-sized rock.
I roll the smooth pebble between my thumb and forefinger
Before I toss it into the ocean.
It crashes against the silky surface,
Bouncing like a coin across the water
I dig my toes into the wet sand
And enjoy the grainy sensation.
I look down at my feet and I can see the grains of sand
Being pushed and pulled by the water
These tiny specks of sand that are washed away,
Bit by bit, into this endless sea of blue
And I suddenly think
Of how much I’ve changed,
Of how much I’ve lost,
Of the tiny bits of me
That have slowly been washed away
I can feel myself fading,
Like a helpless creature with
A heart of sand.
