At Bay..

by | Apr 18, 2020 | Poetry

AT BAY..

Contessia Bosserman, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House

I speak to my pain,
how long can you keep the great sadness at bay?
Pain answers, until you can overcome it.
i whisper to my curiosity,
how have the waves not drug you under?
Curiosity simply answers hope.
Then i ask will there be a pocket of air underneath the pressure of the sea?
Light is above the water and you must reach for it.