The Unrequited Scribe

The tide shifts and lays deep.
Tossed about like a wave in a storm
You shove me against rocks
Drown me in brine, saying you don't
Appreciate my lies.
But I force my feet outside the circle
An observer no loner undisturbed.
A stick traces the sand in the aftermath,
Writing phrases
Sentences and paragraphs,
No articulation, no clever metaphors
And you hate every single word.
The unrequited scribe
Writes the truth in shell and bone.
Harder than diamond
And filled with the breath of the sea.