Angele Toomey Poetry

Today I offer two works, trawled up from the archive. Both involve use of marine related themes!

Dropping anchor 
Until today I never 
realised how much of my 
life I had spent running 
Even when it felt I was standing still. 

All those wasted years 
searching for an intangible 
answer, a clue to a hint 
of what happiness could be. 

In the ebb and flow of 
the tide I rode, 
never knowing what was around the corner, 
or how I would survive it. 
Yet somehow in that cacophony of chaos I 
found you- 
my safe haven 
A welcoming sanctuary within the loving 
embrace of mountains- 
you protect me from myself. 

You are my harbour in 
stormy weather;
my food basket; 
my inspiration; 
my home. 

"The world is your oyster" 
"You can do anything" 
That's what they say. 
Am I really a grain of grit in a world where 
will I only become beautiful by triggering 
an immune response I can't control? 

Will I only become beautiful through the application of 
smothering experiences that cover my true nature? 

I know I can do anything - except that thing I've just done. 
That thing that was spontaneous and fun. 
I am in the wrong place - not hiding in my bivalve shell. 
You say my deeds will surely send me to hell. 

I won't fit your mould, I don't react to your death stares 
The true is, this piece of grit no longer cares.