Wrecking The Boat

Sometimes we become trapped

In the past

While life moves on

Confused

We are trying the old patterns,

Ways and tricks

But to no avail

We are starting to sink

And the only way

Is to keep swimming

The destruction did not

Make us wise but kept us going

With as much as we could carry

Only to end up almost naked

At the beach, starting all over

Again and again

Until we perished into the

The cold, deep blue

Baltic

The Storm

Water filled the holes that dotted

The dirt road

The storm coming from an

Unexpected direction

Earlier this year

Took many of the trees

Creating a new landscape or

Maybe a monument, a dump

As symbol of the instability of the

Existence on this tiny island

In the far north

To Let Go

For a long time I waited

In the middle of life

For the salvation but only got

Denunciation

Realizing I would

Never reach my goal

And that the storm

would not let me Go,

I had to let go and live

The best way I could and that

 

Not the talkative psychologist

Or the medicating psychiatrist

Nor the compassionate old lady

Next door had any answer to give