Waiting for your ship to come in

If you have never felt it then you will never understand but those of you that have will instantly recognise the feeling.

Those moments when the time seems to slow and you become aware that for some reason you are waiting. Waiting for life to change, waiting for it to start, waiting for the storm to come and tear your world asunder forcing you to move from the island. The island created by you.

Be it consciously or not, you must be aware that you placed yourself on an island, surrounded by a force field which holds you there. Makes you a prisoner of your own making. Are you kept there by fear of the unknown, fear of change or simply a desire to stay in familiar surroundings waiting for the ship to come and save you. Because this seems an easier option..the safer one.

The problem arises when the ship arrives

The wrong path

It was a senseless path

A lane littered

With apprehension


But lust


Lies trickled through cracks

Between the stones

Where our feet met

And danced

In the grey damp night

Before the storm


In the morning haze

Fog clung to the cobblestones

As we felt our way forwards

Nudging each other



avoiding the wreckage


Silently stepping over

The broken give way sign

Pulling back the branches

Shaking the dew from the leaves

Slowly sobering

Seeing the sunrise

over the debris


And only then

did the the road ahead

Become less clear