July 26, 2010

The Poetic Musings of Monday

~ by Tafline

Finding herself at sea

Holding onto nothing

But a bit of driftwood

Hanging on –

To a piece of driftwood

So flimsy, so frail

Utterly lost at sea

Lashed by the waves

Towering over her head

Seawater starts to fill her lungs

Each breath becomes painful

Unable to get a clear breath

Coughing, heaving

All the while holding on

To a flimsy bit of driftwood

And hope

But the ocean is so big

So vast, so wild

She uses her final breath

To utter her last words

“There is ALWAYS hope..”

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