On this lake

 

On this lake,

I'm a boat.

Afloat on the reflective

shimmer,

the rippled mirror

of past and future.

I'm today. Sailing on a journey.

No maps, nor navigation,

just the stars

to aid my transportation.

 

On this lake,

I'm a boat.

Formed from questions asked,

no sails.

dropped mast.

Oars long ago lost

to the darkened depths.

My weathered hull,

been breached

a thousand times.

I've beached this vessel

just listening 

to the wind chime,

through the shoreside vines.

 

On this lake,

I'm a boat.

No waves left in my wake.

No wreckage

laying for people to see.

I still float

on open waters of hope.

My damaged shell

repaired with strands of love

and tangled up old rope.

 

I'm a boat.

Sailing on still lakes

of memory and mistakes.

Lakes that stretch

over the horizon.

So many versions of me

sunk under the depths.

A new moon watches on

ss a new me is born.

One that doesn't fear scorn

or being lost and alone.

One that accepts the waves may

sway a different way to the ones

he imagined in dreams

seen wide awake.

I'm a boat

on this lake.

 

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