Sinking

If I lost hope on every sinking ship,

I'd have drowned by now.

I've floated on stormy seas to find my salvation,

searching through dry deserts,

composed of the dust of broken thoughts.

I wandered the jungles of my mind,

lost in the flora that grew from inspiration and the dead leaves of dreams that never truly blossomed.

In the icelands of the frozen centers of my being is the strength to overcome

and yet my hands are too broken and frozen to break through the walls of ice.

I sit in the cold and think back on the warm seas & sinking ships and wonder if I did drown after all.