Poetry: A Harbored Soul
I sailed upon the sea of disappointment,
my raft buffeted by bitter swells.
I clung to my now battered life preserver
as the wave of broken promises compelled
my driftwood dreams toward the barren shore.
Long, futile fighting had weakened my arms.
My throat was dry, head dazed, eyes glazed with cold.
Every direction seemed to lead toward
a future where I was alone and old;
a specter living in a joyless world.
You stood upon the deck of the Queen Mary
and looked across the darkness of the deep.
Your soft eyes lingered, watching my approach,
my fragile form lost in exhausted sleep
and heedless to the danger of the beach.
Your strong arms warmed the chill of shattered hopes.
Your gentle care revived then set me free.
You taught me all I was and could become.
You gave to me the gift of being me,
the chance to love and be loved in return.
The ocean is a berth of choppy surf.
I’m standing strong against the breaking waves.
I am no longer filled with fear to face
the future our togetherness now paves.
Souls safe within the harbor of our love.
You describe the feelings of how feelings of loneliness and hopelessness can be quickly transformed when one finds that special person so eloquently. The powerful emotions I experienced one year ago prior to meeting the woman of my dreams, as well as the joy and warmth I now feel, echoed in my mind upon reading this beautiful piece. Well done!
What a beautiful poem. I really sense the hope toward the end. I like the analogies used. Lovely.
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Rebecca, what a masterful piece of writing
you have here. Each line in every stanza
flowed effortlessly creating a majestic and
impressive poem. Nice job………MM
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