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