It is easy to feel adrift when the world is so full of uncertainty.
Hold on to the treasured moments, the significant people, the precious memories and the valued places that have provided you with shelter through life’s storm. Let them be your anchor.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
When I was loved by you I knew who I was
When I was loved by you the sun shone daily
And I could feel the warmth on my face
And there was a seductive security in your firm embrace.
When I was loved by you I could rest a while
When I was loved by you I could close my eyes
And hear your gentle breath through my restless slumber
In my turbid life you were my shelter and human anchor.
Now I am lost at sea, tossed and torn on turbulent tides
And you have left me for the love of another
Eyes wide open and sleep eludes me now.
Whose pillow will support my weary head
As I sail away from the safe shelter of your love
I stow the anchor slowly as the windlass grinds to a halt.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
This was written for d’Verse where Bjorn challenged us to write an Italian sonnet. I have no idea if this lives up to what I understood of the form but I did give it a go. The image was from Wikimedia and labeled for reuse.
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