On the most tumultuous of nights br there’s a safe, warm cave br I crawl to. br br Blankets, not heavy enough, hold me down br when I shake br pillows embrace, but can not br grasp my hand br the tapestry is a breaker for the waves br that threaten my grip br fish lights floating, br glowing like a promise br are the beacon that reminds me: br br Hope is not lost at sea.