We will survive
Our bantam scow drifts aimlessly
And clouds rise up before her bow
We hold our course tenaciously
Not knowing how
A scow she is and scow she’ll be
Her cargo is our very soul
Our tiny vessel on the sea
Has lost control
The sea of life is filled with pain
And rages as the storm appears
A cancer we cannot restrain
Confirms our fears
The tendrils of the sea seep in
And wraps its self about our helm
Destroying flesh and rotting skin
It’s cancer’s realm
We stand together in our fight
And choke the sea to stay alive
Beyond the storm there is a light
We will survive
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Author Notes:
A Sapphic ode (Alexander Pope style) . Ode form means repeating stanzas of the same rhyme and meter, Sapphic relate to three long and one half length line.
poem by Amera Andersen
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