Seahorse

Seahorse

 

Beautiful creature of the sea

I know something of your fragility.

I too cling on to every day

Though the current threatens to wash me away.

 

And like you, I swim head bowed,

Away from the throng, away from the crowd

But I fear my thoughts have your translucent skin

And everyone can see the pain within,

 

That even this armour of bone cannot hide

The reins of doubt I have made inside

And one day I will cling to my ocean floor

And find that I cannot hold on anymore.

 

By Sarah Mills