Jul 30

My Ship

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place

will never fulfill its destiny

It becomes a haunted mass sinking into the ocean

Never to set sail on the wild tides

Never to be carried by the winds of life

From shore to shore seeing every corner of the world

Breathing life into these places as a vessel of Goods

Blessed by a thousand tongues

Their stories etched into its hull

Instead,

With every tide knocking its wooden body onto the rocks

It breaks.

Over and over and over again.

Until it becomes a ship no longer

And sinks into its deep sea grave.

Will you remember me when I am gone?

You who never learned to sail my ship

For fear of drowning in the waters of life

You left my ship to drown in your place

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