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.
The perfect metaphor
‘A broken home in the sea.’
Thank you! I thought it was fitting! 🙂