Snagged

SNAGGED We were both outcast, Not understood, Settling for second-best. Both strangers to self. Demons, nightmares, questioning sanity. A lifetime ago she’d felt only lonely, Old, weak, unprotected, lost, until Snagged by a net one day And delighted she could not escape From the lone, strong angler Who reeled her in from the cold water, Drawn from drowning by the snag-line. The boy inside him needed her. The man outside, she needed. He let her kill his demons. She began to rely on a supporter Till she could face truth without apology. Encouraged to be herself, assert herself, She began again to expect perfection, And felt sparkling young, protected and loved. He pulled her up in his net, A net which held them together, And her gills and fins needed smoothing By his eager repairing hands. She pulled him closer, And grew to love the idea Of a future without snags.