A wrecked vessel upon a reef of childhood memories lay waste to a voyage beyond
I am the captain with no ship and a faint sadness threatens to crumble my snottiness into tears
Fortunately I can stand
It's shallow... and if it were not, I can swim
But scared of open water
The abysmal depth of dark, brackish and cold waters I have felt have been satisfying
I seem to enjoy those non metaphorical bodies of liquid although I'm scared while crossing
Now I stand grounded upon an uncharted, bony reef
Stuck!
It's time to swim
And I realize I was captain to no crew
I never needed a fucking ship
I was always told I needed one
What a fool I've been
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