Charcoal - Poem by Alexander Downie
Hold tight to the cold painted steel,
don’t let the charcoal waves know you.
Grip tight on the last vestiges of a lost self,
while the storm clouds turn growling seas black.
Let the spray wash your salty tears,
don’t loosen the hold and slip into the deep.
Ride the tempest back to a sheltered harbour,
lay shaky feet on solid ground and start again.
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