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Photo by: Sandra Crook
The Waves Won’t Wait
by JE Lillie
Every day I scrabble up to the top of the cliff. I sit on the ledge and let my feet dangle over the waves crashing below. They are like the people in my life: Angry, noisy, promising a nasty end if I let them touch me.
I sit alone at the top of the world beyond their reach, sealed away by the emotional distance I have placed between us.
I wait until sunset then clamber down the slope. As I hit the beach I can hear my parents screaming at each other. I go home anyway. The waves won’t wait.
Lillie-Put 
What a great way to describe people… Crashing waves… I hope he has a door to lock between him and his parents.
I think that and the cliff is how the kid has survived this long.
I’m glad the child has at least one place to go that feels peaceful.
Everyone needs a sanctuary.
I love the comparison, too. Not letting himself be touched, by angry people and crashing waves, is a good lesson to learn.
And he learned it early.
Wonderful take… to bad for the kid.
There are many in his boat I am afraid.
Such a sad story but the kid developed good coping skills. 🙂
Yes. Tough times can do that.
I really love the imagery you created and the lessons shared.
Thank you.
The tide comes in an hour later every day. The waves won’t wait much.
It is true.
I love the comparison between the waves and people. Poor kid.
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed
Sad to think about a kid who has nowhere to go , except a ledge, with his fighting parents. Nicely told story.
Thank you