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
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