Cold cruel sea, mocking and teasing.
Ice flows through your veins;
no compassion – thought or deed,
You are filled with your world – selfish ways.
I can no longer steer my boat upon you,
nor dock upon your shores.
I have no desire to swim within,
or fight your foolish wars.
I long to be free, to be free like the Gull
to fly high to the warmth of the sun.
Escape far away from your cruel cold swell,
how I long for that day to come.
But like my boat, I’m weighed with anchor,
an anchor bound with chains.
I hope that one day I’ll break free and fly,
away from these worldly pains
‘til then I’m chained and I’m grounded,
slave to your wax and your wane;
my hatred and fears are well founded,
a victim to man-made pain.
© Distant Shores 03.04.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm