Safe Harbour

April 25, 2019

 

 

I learned to love storms as a young man,
Because storms were all I knew.
Anger and intensity everywhere;
Home daily ripped by lightning flashes
Of unexpected violence and unexplained pain.

I learned to survive on an open sea
Of pain and hostility;
Hiding in the hold among rats that swim in sour bilge,
To avoid the Captain’s insults, or worse, his lash;
Riding out the darkest storms in the bottom of the boat.

But I learned that the deepest hold is not
Where storms are best endured;
Climbing to perch in the highest rigging,
And leaning back to hurl my name at the sky;
I become thunder and lightning, transforming darkness into light.

 

Richard Young

Dr Young is a Child Custody Evaluator and Psychotherapist with offices in Riverside and Sacramento.

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