My life is an ocean. Never steady.The waves, my relationships, each stronger than the last.
And then theres me, the ship.
I have aboard my love.
I once knew where I was headed, but lost the sun.
I have yet to set my sails again.
But the truth of possibly never seeing dock again hit hard.
Such a deep reflection to sink in.
Intention like a compass but the blue prints were knowingly not built strong enough.
And one day when that tsunami hits me, I wish to reel in my anchor and let it take me.
No fear, No regret.
But, every sailor knows the waves are notorious for being misleading.
Sea creatures linger beneath.Waiting to latch on and pull me under.
Structure still decrepit but the hopes stay steadfast.
The only thing that keeps me afloat at times.
watching for that sun to show itself again.
I think i find it, but then see it is nothing but a fog light. I wished it wouldve lead me to that tsunami, but it was a whirlpool instead. It is strong and angry, throwing me around disasterously. I then discover my last remains. A sinking ship that was barely sailing.
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