Web of the Storm

by Scott Jordan Frink

When your soul is battered,

by waves, relentless

from a storm offshore.

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Seek shelter in an underwater cave,

saving you for another night.

Tomorrow is another fight.

As the tide recedes,

take time to breathe.

The crescent-shaped moon

lights the way—

or should you stay?

Being brave as that pine tree

not far from shore,

protected by a seawall

made of rock,

reaching skyward

for its chance at life.

But to

hide in this cave,

Barricaded from the waves

that would eventually

wash you away.

Realizing the battle to get ashore

would do much more damage

than anyone can endure.

Sitting, waiting

watching this  intricate web

Of sanity

come undone—

as if spun by a spider

who makes silk thread

out of tears,

out of fears.

As calmness nears,

could it be

the eye of the storm?

Is it time to swim ashore—

or is it an illusion?

Can’t be sure.

No matter what

Endure

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Scott Jordan Frink

Scott Jordan Frink writes from the raw edge of lived experience, where survival often comes before craft. His poetry is instinctive, emotional, and unpolished—meant to be felt more than analyzed. He is the founder of The Broken Spine Journal, a publication dedicated to amplifying unheard voices. His debut chapbook, Inwont Paint You Flowers, is out now through Bottlecap Press.