Angele Toomey Poetry

Standing at the bow of the ship

Icy salt water tears at my face

I could drowning with each breath

My body is frozen in place awaiting departure.

But I am not here.

I am  caught in another storm

A storm of memories, dreams, regrets

Whipping up dormant emotions that I do not wish to face

But I cannot pull myself back in.

I am storm lost

Unanchored

Dangerously free

And as wild as the wind.