When the storm broke

I was unprepared.

Caught in the horror

As the deck slashed and ripped

And the mast smashed and spilt.

Security torn up, chewed up and spat out

Back into the wild, frightening ocean.

Where was my light house?

And the rocks I did not see.

These rocks and this storm

Have made a shipwreck

Out of me.


By Fiona Lochhead    2012