Hero

No one but you

knows

the place

where I hide my sadness

where I exile sorrow

where I give myself

in useless

futile

bloodless sacrifice

to the almighty

deity of

'what if'

and worry.

Only

the saving vessel

of your voice

of your warmth

of your presence

arrests

the drowning.

You float me

then

—relieved

and exhausted—

atop the winged sail

that brings me

ashore.