Shipwrecked

You once were the lighthouse in my darkest of storms.

When I was lost, drifting in seas of doubt,

your voice was a guide to steadier ground and calmer waters.

When my body was aching with the thrashings of loss,

submerged in the cold depths of grief,

your arms held the promise of warmth and safety on the nearby shores. 

So now, when the storm clouds gather and the darkness descends once more, 

instinctively I search for any fragment of your gleaming presence.

My heart, foolishly reaching into empty spaces,

finding nothing but an endless horizon.

The tides have shifted, the beacon has turned.

On a towering cliff, it looms obscure and out of reach.

The water is rising, but I've no claim on its guiding light.

So, this time, 

I fear there will be no safe harbour,

only jagged rocks and wreckage.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

The images you present give your reader focus and a great sense of loss. We become shipwrecked in a world of dreams, when we awaken from them, and are left alone on a periled sea. There must be a guiding light enough to bring you to a safe harbor. Hold on!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

One can feel the relatable melancholy in this piece of poetry. It speaks to every heart that has ever loved and lost in love itself. Thank you for sharing your art of words with us.