Alone, adrift on a copper-gilded somnolent sea
They coast wistfully on an inner turmoil algid breeze
Their soul's anchor long lost, amidst love's treacherous voyage
Scurvy-riddled lead hearts too weak to circumnavigate
Innumerable volcanic isles, laden with regret
Memories' cliffs loom, depression's perilous moorage
Sun's coveted lucent warmth, cruelly jeers out of reach
Map and compass futile when blinded by fear, hate, self doubt
To skipper to safe shores will require love, patience...courage
Debbie Razey 2014
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