~ 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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