My Canoe - Poem by Carmela Patterson
Standing on the edge of the sea
I wondered what happened to me?
The waters churned readying for the storm
And the winds whipped from early morn.
My own storms rattled my sense of self
And fumblingly I placed them all on a shelf
How could I be feeling so sad and blue
And stopped paddling my own canoe?
When time and life beat me again and again
I picked up the catharsis of poetry and to pen
Rhymes of all kinds, stories, and journals too
And returned to paddle my own canoe,
paddle your own canoe....
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