Rough Day, I suppose.
Shipwreck: A Life Story Catastrophic loss, bobbing in the wake. Don't look back. But worse looms ahead. You can see it gathering, a dark and heavy mass. Everyone has a demand, a need. A request. An ultimatum. Everyone has a gripe to air, a point to make, a need. A request. An ultimatum. Clocks stop and go, speed, halt, burst. People say words. I hear the wind. They mean well. Sometimes. Don’t they? Laughter and cries, justifications, accusations. Lies, apologies, Always with the apologies. And a plea: comfort me. Please, comfort me, Everyone is the same. I love my children. Their joy is all I have. or at this point, want. All I want is Just another day. One more down. One more to go?