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?