Adrift - Poem by Helen Wilson
Sea tossed and salted,
Wind whipped and stranded on a bed of self doubt.
Festooned with crispy nerve weed
Floating in the hot oil of confusion and
Garnished with a sprinkling of pain.
The sorry outcome of an engine stalled,
Neglected and clogged with the grime of what-ifs.
Cogs worn down by raw emotion
No longer lubricated by action.
Growing older, idle
While others surf shoreward on breakers.
Unprepared for the freak wave of salvation,
The moment passed
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