The Mad Sails

And the sea was the color of lead;

Old sails writhed,

Like trapped snakes,

In the storm;

/

The few sea miles between two sea shores

Was a distance

Much to great

For her;

/

And the voices inside of her head

Sang:

‘This time you’re

Not making it home’;

/

‘You have minutes

To laugh or to weep,

To feel pain

Or be joyful and strong’;

/

‘You can regret or be grateful for

Every time

You could break

The world’s rules’;

/

‘You can curse those who hurt you

Or thank

Them for gifting you

With the armor of light’;

/

‘What you love, you’ll never again

Hold;

What you dream of

Now will not come true’;

/

‘You are over, and as you let go

Of ‘you’,

Do not sink, like this boat,

In the ocean!’

/

And her breath grew as heavy as death,

And her eyes

Were mirrors

To the monsoon skies;

/

The waves swallowed at last

Her mad sails;

Tired screams slept

In the water’s arms;

/

The sea soon turned a glowing turquoise,

And in the open skies

There soared

A lone bird

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