SHIP WRECKED

SHIP WRECKED

Taken from (c) Heartfelt Baring All

It has been so long for this ship to have wrecked itself

Along the craggy rocks and shoreline

That has been new and scary all of the time

Beaten, battered forlorn bones shaken and bruised

Tattered, ragged like the edge of a knife cutting through

The shabby, messy and tatty exterior of the ship

Sails shredded with nothing to sail against the winds, rain

And torrents of waves

Left dilapidated open to the currents, sinking, drifting swaying

Tossing and turning with the tidal waves

Surrender to the elements was the only way

Take a course to the nearest shore, danger ahead there be

But surely that is where I need to be?

I would rather try to swim ashore than be swallowed alive

Gasping for breath so near to death

This time instead I find and recover this stealth

That is so abhorrent, disgustingly clear but I must go on

Find the strength the power to thrive, survive and strive

On and on for the sake of how long!

Resuming the good from the bad

That had sent me to a near death

Sunken pallor, sunken stinking ship

I hold so dear so gently to steer

This wayward course of life and limb

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

16^th March 2013

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