Shipwrecked

The mast snaps

topples to the deck

smashing everything

in its path

 

My positive attitude

nosedives into an unnamed sadness

These days, it doesn’t

take much to set me off

 

My rigging deteriorates

its strength rotted away

and shredded sails scream

in the gale winds of grief

 

My hull rips open

and the angry sea rushes in

drowning me in a misery

too deep to explain

 

I take a deep breath

and strike out

for the shoreline –

only I can save myself.

--Sasha Wolfe

Ice Storm

          Standing on tip toes

the edge of the precipice

pulls me to lean…

just a tad more

 

The raging storm of life

pummels me

Who would really care?

Why would I?

 

I’m surprised

my body holds rigid

when emotionally

I’m a puddled mess

 

Part of me

doesn’t care any more

I’m almost tempted

to slip forward

 

But I wait

wracked in sobs

the sharp shards of sleet

stabbing me to the core

 

How can I be so frozen

yet still feel intensely

the heat of pain and fear

worry consumes me

 

How can I ever trust again

when my heart has been broken

so many times, it’ll never heal

when the fear isolates me further

 

How can I live wholeheartedly

when days are filled

with scammers and thieves

I see not hope for the future

 

I shift my weight closer

How can there be any hope?

Is there is no saving of me?

I am so forever damaged

 

But once more

I step away from the edge

I may be forever damaged

but there is still …

 

For now, anyway.

I Miss my Mum

I miss my mum

my heart once young

still tries to cling

to a love once so strong

I thought could never break

 

I miss my mum

the loss so great

I’ll never recover

and today, as I wade

through sand so soft

 

my very being

balances on the edge of sanity,

and the realization

I will never feel love again,

leaves me invisible and alone.

 

--Sasha Wolfe

 

This came from a prompt while I was watching an episode of “NH Chronicle” about a poet.