Adrift

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—

Tags grief, survivors guilt

By Susan T. 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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