I thought the storm had ceased,
passed by me without damage.
I thought we withstood the test,
anchored
in the harbor.
But no,
my ship is rocking,
swaying,
unsteady in the water.
Our smooth ride
has come to an abrupt halt -
each untruth you spew,
throws another wave in our course.
Every break
at the peak of each wave
heaves
the water over my sides,
filling me,
weighing me down,
and I don't know how long I can swim.