Today, I’d like to welcome Maria Panetta to the Poetry Corner.
Buoy by M. M. M. Panetta 2011
How ill-prepared for some vessels plowing through my life
Carelessly dragging me under in the wake of their strife
This antiqued buoy is the anchor of my hold
I cling to her in desperate need for strength, when the worries get old
She supports my weight when I can’t do it alone
We churn in the icy water clinging to life knowing what lies ahead cannot be postponed
I grasped my faithful friend as the waves toss around
Our frigid nemesis will drown us without a sound
My senses long numb as the waves sting my face
The hard reality of truth has left its trace
I long for a reprieve; this has been much too long
Permanence is an illusion whose group is strong
Shivering I let go of my faithful friend
It gets harder each time to heal and mend
Thoughts of decisions and judgments race through my head
I assure myself “This time, I shall watch where I tread”
Sensing my exit my buoy pleads her case
She reminds me that only she has never left a trace
The buoy is lonely and calling me back
She dangles the chain to my soul
And lists all that I lack
Be brave, let go and descend into the watery abyss
Cold and unaided no one to hear the call of distress
No turning back now or I shall never be free
Fear is no friend once welcome; it will never let me be
My beating heart reminding me I’m alive
I since all danger but my will is to survive
Fighting against the current, I must be strong
I now search for a place I wish to belong
With determination, I hold my head high
The air is returning to my lungs as I wave goodbye
As I reach the shore, and I feel the sun
I rejoice as my breathing is labored, but my spirit has won
Wow! Fantastic poem! Thank you for sharing, Maria!
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