Surviving

I tumbled in the

Sea of sadness.

I had to build

My boat again

To stop myself from

Drowning. 

But isn't it 

The task? 

Picking up

Ourselves again

And again till we 

Make it to the 

Shore..

I borrowed

Handful of water

To make myself

Some tea.

When the sun

Came up from over 

The salt-scented

Horizon,

I tasted a sip

And captured with

My polaroid,

The scene. 

Surviving pretty

Much is a 

Salt and sweet 

Deal.