Grief for the person you lose
While clawing for the solid ground
Watching body drift away
Bleeding fog that
numbs mind's eye,
blots out
the pointing stars.
When every wave
speaks blue black death -
And yet, Hold on:
Your arms are strong -
Stronger than you think.
Ahead
you'll find your solid ground
in shallow curling bay.
Where light pours deep
and anchors down.
Photo: 'Anchor Point', Christmas Island, Indian Ocean Territories.
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