The Undertow

When life pounds relentlessly
like seawaves
washed up in a frothing frenzy:
when strength ebbs like the dirty tide:
when far out on the oceans edge
you see a raft
but you know you'll never reach it.
When the boat you travel in is full of leaks
and the water dripping out is dark red.
when the skies are swirling and the moon is veiled,
when a shroud of doubt hangs damp and threatening
over the foggy bay,
And the buoy is lost in the churning of emotions,
When the light is brown from scum
and the warning signs
are dimmed in the black regions of a world
you can't comprehend,
when you taste the salty brine
and you know
that hope is gone;
let go and float.
some where
amongst the whitened froth
there is a slippery
rotted pier.

mrs darling