The Isolation of Grief

By: Gwen Flowers




I am on a little boat
In a hurricane.
The waves crash all around me
And the wind tears at my sails.
The black sea rushes into my boat
And I am sinking.
Sinking.
Far off, in the distance,
I see the shore.
People are laughing,
Having conversations,
Parties.
Horns are honking.
Hustle Bustle,
Business as usual.
I see the faces.
I hear the voices.
But they are far away,
In a normal world.
They can see me,
But they do not see the hurricane.
There is no rescue boat
To bring me in.
They talk to me,
But their words are lost
in the wind.
I'm growing colder.
Can't seem to find my breath.
I'm looking for a lifeline.
Some connection to the normal world,
Doesn't anyone out there
See this storm?



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