Small Triumphs

by Emma McIntyre

[Content warning: suicide]

Dear fellow traveller,

Here’s to my being long departed by the time you read this.

Would you spite me if I told you that I am afraid of change?
Not that it matters now, mind you.
I ask, for this morning I watched as the last ship moored at the harbour
And I lamented,
Because unlike me, that ship had an anchor and someone to guide it.
– It is not your time, the tide called.
But the thoughts were unabating, and I ignored it. 

If I board, will I survive the journey?
If I stay, will the grey skies temper my courage?
Who am I to ask? You can’t hear me…

Have mercy on me, rough and rowdy waves,
Momma said being here was enough for today.

Samaritans: 116 123

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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