Widow’s Hope

Below the surface

it was all blue and black –

like the bruises

I wore on my heart.

The shipwreck was a magnificent nightmare –

a broken home in the sea.

I looked for you in the debris –

like I searched for you

at Dublin port – day after day,

hour after hour,

holding my breath

for a glimpse of hope.

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