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  • Miranda’s envy
    could not conjure a tempest as jagged as this.
    Water was heavy
    blood colored the mist.

    Lost, the bow of the ship careens into dark heaps of water
    Sounds of splitting wood broke the nails of a screaming daughter.

    The most sound a human could possibly make-
    closed eyes search for an escape-


    Fear pushed her out of the door.
    The only regret she had-
    forgetting her heart on the floor
    as she ran from her dad.

    From the aft cabin she ran
    to the deck, past the mast,
    up to the front of the ship
    from this vantage point
    her heart did rip

    Behind her lay suffering
    human caused
    ahead the storm’s reality ruffling
    all seemed lost.

    She sank to her knees
    all strength diverted
    to her shrill screams
    all energy exerted.

    Alone and afraid
    a prayer she made
    to whomever would listen
    an act of contrition.

    A hand on her shoulder
    tore her from faith’s grasp
    the man who reached to hold her
    caused her to collapse.

    Her Dad picked her up
    loving words all round
    Filling her cup
    with amnesiatic sounds.

    “Forget what was said
    forget what I did.
    I thought I lost my head
    turns out, it just hid!

    Stay in here with me
    the storm outside is rough
    outside is lonely
    in here is enough”

    She turned to her father
    the man she adored

    the man who caused her
    to flee out the the door

    the man who loved her
    the man who broke glass

    the man she loved
    once in the past

    the man who made love
    complicated and hard
    No longer black and white
    She nursed her first scar.

    She looked in the eyes
    of the fallible man
    pushed down her pain
    and took his hand

    they sat all alone
    in the depths of the ship
    when hope is outgrown,
    love the one you’re with.
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