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Surviving The Storm
by Kate DemereeToday I cried for all of the things
That could have been
For boats left tied at the dock
Sails left unfurled
Kisses left untasted
Arms empty
Words unspoken
Or unheard
Paths that never found our feet
Rain which poured
Separately
Though I know I stand not a chance
Of surviving this storm
I don my mac and boots
Heading into the night
The wind and rain
Reminding me that I am
Still alive in body
If not whole
Breakers washing along the shore
Taking their allotment of sand
Each contributing to change the land
Stormy clouds grumbling in the sky
Is this then godÂ’s hand?
Onward I march, refusing to cry
06/03/2003 Posted on 06/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 06/04/03 at 05:27 PM Powerful statement of trying to weather life's storms, especially alone, and making the bold decision to carry on. Very evocative in its imagery and meaning. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/04/03 at 07:47 PM This poem has a great voice.... I could almost taste the sand from the breakers... good job. |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 03/15/12 at 08:24 PM fanfeckintastic. i loved this. congrats on a well-deserved POTD. |
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