I was a sailboat drifting upon your seas.
Navigating towards distant places,
behind the mists of your horizon.
Sun-beat, fresh varnish,
You were the ocean rippling
beneath me, reflecting infinities of overhanging skies.
Bahamas blue, glassy calm and
You became the tumultous waves
crashing on my bow,
ripping apart my sails.
Stinging saltwater seeping into my cracked hull.
Midnight blue, marbled through
You spoke of love.
I hid my fear.
Shared with dVerse Poets Pub in a poetry challenge using metaphors.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
His question caught her off-guard. The room spun around her and she gripped the edges of the lectern to steady herself.
“Ms Silver, how would you explain the Hannah May incident?”
It was no secret that she had been Hannah’s life coach. A fact that tormented her. Buried guilt rose from past failures. Oversights.
It was she who had encouraged her to push past her fears, return to her love of sailing. She died in the storm of 2004. Neither sailboat nor her body was ever found.
Ms Silver found her voice, “Hannah May was brave enough to follow her dreams.”
Life coaches are amazingly positive people. And I’m sure they have their demons too. Ones they wrestle with and from which they find their own growth. Whatever the situation, it’s important to face fears that keep you from your dreams or the change you want to make in your life.
Have a happy Wednesday!
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