Divorced Diversity Poem by Madrason .

When I think of free
I dream about the sea
oh violence violently
and then again tranquillity
but in the middle of my life
a beehive like a hurricane
exploded deep inside of me
that's when I sought to flee
and found my love so lovely
was he for ever to be
expanded my dreams
and felt safe under his beams
my coast protected
my children and me
what more could
a woman long for
what was I waiting for
when I thought of free
I dreamt about the sea
oh violence violently
and then again tranquillity! M