Straining my neck to peer beyond the next engulfing wave,
The surf swelling-it doesn’t look like I’ll be saved.
Chains wrapped ’round my head and down,
I’m sure my debris will not be found.
Awaiting rescue here another day I paddle,
Around the sinking feeling that all are lost.
When will the dream be over,
And the salvage show the priceless cost.
Understanding now I won’t reach that distant shore,
I really don’t want to go there anymore.
My wish is that I had remained forever by your side,
Together we could have fought the rising tide.
Forever my love will be around you,
My love, don’t let the sorrow drown you.
I humbly dedicate this poem to all the lost, lonely and grieving of flight 370…may you find peace—
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Author: Susan Todd Martin
I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...
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