The waves lash and pummel the deck
The jailor cackles while you joust with the elements
This godforsaken grave of turbulent tides
The dingy dips and shudders
Shouldering the weight of the world
Sorrow, the tumultuous water
A mirage of forgotten memories
Consuming all save the sky
Sanity, a frayed rope
Unraveling at the edges
Clinging to anything in desperation
The corroded mast cries
Canvas cloth against strong gulls
if only to be swept ashore
Fatigue, the wooden masts
Forever tilted by rough seas
Violently clawing at the sky
Unfurrow the mast, ready the sails
Sailing from sorrow, sailing to sunrise
Relief, a paper anchor
Drifting far from home
Pushed and pulled by the currents
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Jeni Lee
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