I'm glad it spoke to you, and that's exactly what I had in mind when I wrote it. Thank you for your kind words and feedback ❤️

Great poem. Spoke to me, especially with what I´m going thru myself these days just trying to fight for survival. The story of perseverance and believing that everything is gonna be alright is what´s keeping me for not giving up. And that´s what I got from your poem. I like it!

There is many layers of depth to unpack here beyond the story itself, which is exactly what good poetry does. While the story tells of a harrowing situation, this can absolutely be applied to many situations we all face in life. Where desperation, fear and survival-mode all kick in at once. Great job, my friend. Keep on writing!


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Backed into a corner 

in wide open water 

as so many of us manage 

with nothing but stick in hand

and I've been at it so long 

that I took wood to wood

and fashioned myself a spear 

so long and sharp 

that none of those jagged things 

could touch me if they wanted 

and even on days like this 

when they're all starving  

I still feel so frisky 

because even god knows well 

that he'll need greater terrors 

to kill such unholy spite 

as that which compels me 

to stay on this damn boat. 


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Boats and Alligators