I feel cast adrift,
a ship in a storm.
No lighthouse to guide my way,
no shore to crash upon,
no harbor to keep me safe.
I have no beginning, no end.
Here, on the surface of the deep,
there is no horizon.
I will man my sails,
I will tend my lines,
hopeful the storm will recede
even as fears churns in my belly,
mimicking the waves that threaten
to splinter my vessel
in the fangs of their fluid jaws.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017