Life Boat

I hear nothing besides the creak of wood

And the settling of the water.


A ripple gently rocks my life

As angry storm clouds start to roll in.

I prepare the best I can.

Securing the ropes, and loose supplies to the deck.


The rain starts to pound the boat

making the deck slippery

I try to keep my balance as heavy waves splash the sides,

Threatening to send me overboard.


I hold tight to the mast as wave after wave

Comes to destroy me.




The smell of rain and salt lingers on everything.

The storm may have passed but it made sure to leave a mark.

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