Patch

More than the sea

Run my fingers through you, cold and wet with a life of your own.. With that life you have power. The power to to give life or take it away, to remain calm or create a fury like nothing ever seen. You wiped out the world but returned it clean. Ever churning, ever free. The canoe cuts through you strait, clean, I run my fingers through you so to take a piece of that life for me..
I wandered floating in your vast seas, rivers, lakes, streams.. I found my voice when you poured down on my face, found my strength swimming through your waves and learned what was respect when I sailed through your fury.
Now I'll enjoy you, lay back ,arms stretched out on either side and run my fingers through you..

Fog

There have been hundreds of unfinished letters, responses to things left unsaid, and months of learning to be oneself again. Memories lost in a fog of trauma and abandonment. Some a welcome loss other are missed. Thinking on the past seems a waste but when it's that past that haunts you sometimes you can find yourself drowning in thoughts......