- Vol. 10
- Chapter 04
Image by Olga Naida
time is a wave that breaks over me.
I am weighted by grief, longing
is the anchor that holds me still
for now, a pause
while I’ll breathe. In, out, till the oxygen
Or I resurface. Tread water in choppy seas
till the lifeboat comes—
imagination is a powerful force, isn’t it?