In order to resist tidal waves~
wind~occasional lounging seal~
The buoy must be securely
Anchored to the sea floor~
What if no sea floor exists?
My mind has such a 
Situation~floating on the 
Surface of life with no 
sea floor for which to anchor.

~Keep Walking


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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7 Responses to Bouy

  1. Scent of my heart says:

    What if no sea floor exists? Good question! I really hope they do exist, one sea floor for each of us!

  2. fiveloaf says:

    keen thoughts and sensible questioning makes a great write!

  3. Jingle says:

    love this…
    you are quite creative…

  4. nice poem. made me smile. having been a sailor – they make a thing known as a ‘sea anchor’ – it is basically a large parachute that you throw out into the ocean when the depth is too great for an anchor – it is used typically for weathering out storms when you can’t get to a safe harbor. Doesn’t exactly keep you stationary – it just decreases the drift…

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