Was willing to settle
even before casting off –
anchor-less, with no compass
to guide me, nor oar to steer
Left fate to the currents –
a vessel adrift, naïve –
trusted those with power
to rescue me, unaware…
of the target vulnerability
made of me, that sharks
circle wayward boats,
certain of a catch
No wonder, when finally
I came ashore, wrecked,
I had lost faith in love,
turned hope to cynicism
Had failed to register
the dangers of sailing
into uncharted waters,
without a life preserver
Ignorant of the skills
I needed to stay afloat
and safe, in a sea where
discernment saves lives.
(Washed Ashore first appeared here in July of 2018. Edited. Image my own)