She Be a Poet – Little Boat

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Still waters appear in sunlight, I made it through treacherous waves,

Aqua peaks reached hidden Gods, the only way is up.

The boat that I sail on, battered to its core,

I sailed you all around the world and back once more.

Ocean grey left far behind, the roar, its voice unkind,

Playing tricks with words of battle, they penetrate my mind.

I fight back in my little boat with everything I have,

To find the cove of crystal shimmer, a resting place for a while.

Gripping hands of the sea, shook me without warning,

You tried yet failed to drown my faith, I remained proud.

Little boat drowned by waves, it breathes, the air it finds,

A will to sail, strong oars that push, dark dangers to the side.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015