she was the shore after months lost at sea
this spitfire woman with
the loud laugh and steady heart
she drew me in
lighthouse in the darkness
when I couldn’t see a way home
when I couldn’t see anything
but the sharp rocks and likely wreckage
of this rickety wooden boat I call my life
but she offered me safety
offered a rope to secure myself to the moorings
when I finally found the docks on my own
she offered me hope
dry land and
a warm fire to reheat this frozen heart
I might’ve made my way into the harbor without her help
but this woman gave me a place to call home
a place worth sailing back to
the shore [poem]
