Leaving Home by Jackie Kay

On the night that I was leaving
the old waves were high;
I lay small inside the dark
as the waves tore me apart.

On the night that I was leaving
I was strewn around the cabin
my body belonged to the boat
as the waves tore me apart.

On the night that I was leaving
to try and make a new start
I felt sick to my stomach
as the waves tore me apart.

On the night that I was leaving
the wind battered at the boat;
I tried to still my broken heart
as the waves tore me apart.