I was happy,
Enough.
Or more, I was sailing on an even keel.
Ripples broke the surface, but they did not shake me from my course
Until you.
You and your white horses, cresting, roaring.
Adrenaline kicking, I’m pitching.
Nose to the wave, it peaks, and I see possibilities.
I’m not the only one who dreams my dreams.
But then it breaks, and I’m falling.
.
.
.
No-one but the empty ocean to catch me and I’m left clinging to the wreck.
“A calm sea never made a skilled sailor”
But I’m waiting for this storm to pass, with salt crusted on my cheeks.