Safe Harbor Poem by Anita Atina

From the safe harbor of our love
To be sent forth, to journey
In a harsh cold winter, is tough

I hadn’t rested enough
Or healed completely
From abrasive reality

But what’s the point of this now
As I drag my weary heart
Across this cold wasteland

Looking for warmth
A sliver of sunlight would do
Or a cosy inn

Where perhaps, hours will pass
With food and laughter
Over drunken stupor

Another lonely night will pass
Till the cold light of morn
Pushes me on, again