WASH OVER ME
BY ZACHARY TYLER
Wash over me, dearest.
Cleanse me of my burdens.
Flood the plains of my spirit,
Destroy the banks that hold my worry.
The levees of my heart would not hold
Against the powerful force of your waves.
I can see the crests of your being
Peak against the skyline,
Challenging the sunshine,
Prepare for the era
Of the nonexistent low tide.
You are an ocean,
And tsunamis have taken
The shores of my soul.

I AM OF A STRANGE LOT
BY ZACHARY TYLER
I am of a strange lot.
I get called weird
More often than not,
But I’m okay with that.
Being different is where it’s at.
I am one of a kind,
So intertwined
With the craziest, most ludicrous
Parts of my mind.
I’m an intelligent being
Creatively designed.
I’m a free flying soul
You will never confine.
I am differing wavelengths,
Not a definitive line.
I am something hard to find.
A needle in the haystack,
A diamond in the rough,
The push that pushed back
When the going got tough.
I am the things that I lack
And the more than enough.
I am the odds that are stacked,
And the call to a bluff.
I am the bird and the bee,
The soil, the tree.
I am whatever your mind
Can make out of me.
I am the earth, fire, wind and sea.
I am far beyond my pedigree.
I am of a strange lot, you see,
But most importantly,
I am me.

-Original Poetry by Zachary Tyler, Danville Team.

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