Capsized thoughts

 

Through

hardship

we sailed.

Losing hope,

with every stroke.

As each wave

only brought misery,

foaming stormy, raging seas.

Furiously crashing

all our dreams.

Capsized thoughts

sink deep,

never to resurface

from their watery sleep.

 

We stayed afloat.

Onboard our boat

made of holes,

dark murky reminders

drifting across our view.

Shapes swirling in the midnight blue.

Memories of when we were young

and excited by everything new.

Now, like the boat,

I’m all worn through.

Hope sunk so long ago,

love, been and gone

as the water 

tossed us to and fro.

 

Through dark seas

I splashed,

salty tears fall

into the briny wash.

Hands wet and wrinkled,

as the oars were dropped

so long ago, in a distant past.

Now we float free,

the distinct twinkling

of starlight our only guide

across this vast expanse

that divides foreboding

with the sense of fight,

like sailing upon midnight.

I try to catch hold

of the stardust as it drifts,

so, I can make a wish

and hope to find somewhere dry.

 

As I glance up,

from looking at the holes

through which the water pours,

I see a shooting star,

the fire that had dulled

somewhere deep in the depths

of my waterlogged heart

starts to ignite once more.

I feel the feint twinge of hope.

Misguided it may be,

but the stars

have seen me right

all of my life you see,

so now I paddle

with all my might.

I know soon

I will find some light.

 

 

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