The Bear

The dark evergreen pressed against her back. She could feel the sharpness of the bark penetrate through her jacket. She winced but held the shriek inside. This time, being heard could cost her life. She swallowed and took a deep breath, being as quiet as possible. 

Sailboat

A poem for the refugee.

A dream. 
A whisper.
A feeble prayer.

I lay on my back and let the waves overtake me. Lying on a beach somewhere across the sea.  Floating. I am at peace. Where is the sailboat to take me? To guide me home?