A shard of memory shears from off a wreck
and slowly rises from the abysmal deep.
A melancholy spirit broods and frets;
clings to a drifting raft made long ago,
bruised from a life of regrets, and ill-prepared
to face the rising terror from the deep.
And when the desperate memory breaks the waves
to vex and irk with childhood snubs and fears,
what healing breeze can guide the lost one home?
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