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.