cast off your past like so much dry skin
come down with me to the water
loose those knots which bind you to your old pain
the empty cup
the mast at your back
let me be the harbour for your second chances
find them here
in the seaweed
on the rocks
Katy Naylor is an office worker, a teacher and a mom of two. She lives on the south coast of England, and makes games and writes poems in the time that falls between the cracks.