By Isha Satam
He came after the storm.
Became my sunshine, kept me warm.
Steady like a rock, always by my side.
So I jumped in the water, then came the tide.
The rock, I kept holding on to.
He let me down, watching as I drowned.
So I cut him loose, now I am adrift.
Floating in an endless ocean.
Lost my sense of direction
No shore in sight,
No arms to pull me out,
No one to hold me tight,
Yet this drifting is better than drowning.
Gathering my strength, mending my hopes now,
I will start to swim and reach ashore.
Build a home and light a fire,
Grab a blanket and a book,
And maybe this chill will leave my bones.