Shallows

Lost in tide pools of reclaimed esteem
after virgin frigate was scuttled by passion's pirates.

Ocean of tomorrows polluted and turned toxic
using wand of mermaid envy
to weave magic inventing an altered fate's anchor
for bracing against melancholy's tsunami.

Anxiety's shark fins
perilously pierce the cresting creation
clutch made for panacea's sea shells,
in search of amore's surfboard
that doesn't get sold at Valentine Day's drug emporium
specializing in Cupid nomenclature oxymorons.

Sail set with resilient threads,
dividing the marine layers of lament,
floating precariously through tempests thoughts
leaving a wake of resolve
as trace of hope's rudder
slicing its trail through the murky morass
of regret's snarling seaweed.