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Afloat

you keep me afloat
as we drift through choppy knives
of blue-green waters,
the sea-salt stinging like a ray

you hold my numb hand,
thick and calloused at the knuckle,
when our small boat
takes on icy water,
burbling up from a hole in the hull

you promise me, “it will be alright,”
through the forest’s cold night
huddled together around a hissing fire,
the wet wood’s embers bright as a snake’s eye,
our limbs shuddering

you’re a candle in the window
of my cupped hand
a bright flame burning my palm with hope

M.B.B.
6/3/19 (edited 6/10/19)

photo credit: #boatpainting by Raju Kale from Art People

By Meghan B.

Hello! Thanks for checking out my blog! Despite being 29, I haven't lost my sense of child-like wonder for the world around me. I've been making up stories my whole life: My imaginative play with toys as a child has grown up with me, maturing into my imaginative wordplay with fantasy and sci-fi prose as well as free-verse poetry. I thrive on creating something with my hands and with my mind, using either my pen or my keyboard. When I'm not reading, writing, or knitting (or realistically, working), I'm watching Netflix, gaming, or hanging out with the people I love most: my friends, my family, or my boyfriend.

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