My internal boat has been rocked,
it rolls unsteady on unseen waves
as tempestuous feelings churn up
that black ocean, salt water, deep
and choppy and my fragile boat
feels like paper, as it is tossed and
buffeted like flotsam in the swell.
Acutely aware that I have no life
jacket, I cling on to this fragile vessel,
never built for storms such as these,
it crumbles and splinters in my hands.
I lay low in the hull, sea blind eyes closed,
howling with the wind, surfing the surges and
as the storm rages on, I drop anchor and I wait.
- Susannah Bec 2010