I hold you up
even as my face slips
beneath the salt-strewn spray
treading in place
because you refuse to swim
moving on alone
is not an option
but how can I save you
once the waves
have taken me away
Held hostage
05 Feb 2013 21 Comments
in sonnet of sorts Tags: Children's a, depression, sadness
Feb 05, 2013 @ 12:09:30
This is really good.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 19:33:51
Thank you.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 13:44:23
so much truth
Feb 05, 2013 @ 19:30:16
Sadly so. Thank you.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 13:48:57
I think this is one of your best, Mims. Never knew you were a swimming instructor.
Learn something new every day.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 19:09:19
Thanks. Although to be honest, I really can’t swim.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 21:43:34
But wet, is yet another topic altogether…
Feb 05, 2013 @ 21:44:26
Ha
Feb 05, 2013 @ 15:33:24
Powerful!
Feb 05, 2013 @ 19:08:49
Thank you.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 16:26:52
Powerful.
“how can I save you
once the waves
have taken me away”…
Wow…
Feb 05, 2013 @ 18:55:30
Thanks. That undertow can be quite deadly.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 18:31:32
I wonder who’s really drowning
Feb 05, 2013 @ 18:54:53
Both. Either. Hopefully none.
Feb 05, 2013 @ 21:41:54
…so very sad. Empathetically I think of you Mimsy
Feb 05, 2013 @ 21:43:56
Thank you. It’s all good. Lessons learned (or learning).
Feb 06, 2013 @ 15:37:10
Sad, yet deep…deeper than the waves…
Feb 07, 2013 @ 10:42:51
Aches clear to the depths. Thank you.
Feb 10, 2013 @ 00:36:45
Brilliance. ~ Jen