Perhaps it’s only when you feel deserted by the ocean,
as if the water receded along with your hopes,
and even the moon seems gone…
that your soul shows up with a story,
as upside down as it seems.
Find brimful meaning and truth
while the tidepool steeps her saltwater tears.
which view you might choose.
“Girl, put your head in the clouds.”
The ferry was facing stormy seas.
Manikin overboard! Nobody heard.
Good thing we float…
Swam the daunting stormy sea to shore.
Over slippery soapy stones.
Strong survivor closeup.
Some days just feel like that.
PS See this poem if you need another dose of courage