throttle

standing helplessly
by a bobbing
beloved one
drowning in despair
buoyed by a bottle
of buried betrayal
and belated burial
struggling hopelessly
with disparate desires
to throttle and console
seeking hopefully
to maintain balance
whilst wobbling
on the ledge
of control
overwhelmed by waves
of regret and worry
waiting for the Winds
to change
and the Tides
of fear and fury
to turn
towards the shores
of serenity
and Spirit
and the Voice
whispering Wisdom
and Love
to break through
the deafening dependency
to the broken heart
in hopes
that the bobbing
beloved one
won't fear it
will hear it
draw near it
release the bottle
engage the throttle
of Trust
and Breathe
and Hope...

(21 May 2019)

('Hand Jive' © Matt Beard)