Sheets of rain in torrents
blurring my vision
my navigation system
brass shimmering
under water
stuck at my last
co-ordinates
a raw wind pelting
my senses silly
buffeting my vessel
close my eyes now
get my bearings
whisper now
listen close
"I'm right here.
Get out of the boat."
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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