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

Back/Forward

If I stop now,

I’ll have come here for nothing;

If I carry on,

I will be destroyed

/

And never see where ends the road

Which I was never meant to follow

Yet, I chose to, and I’m standing

By my choice;

/

Doubt and fear can halt me

For a moment only,

When, reflected in the mirror,

I see someone’s changing eyes,

/

Eyes that beg that I turn back,

While also pleading I continue

Walking on until the end,

Be it this of the road or mine;

/

It is easy to have courage

For an hour,

To speak beautifully, hope bravely

And dream of a big challenge;

/

It is harder to remain

Where and when illusions leave you:

On the side of an endless road

On a stormy day;

/

If I turn back,

I’ll have come here for nothing,

If I keep on waking,

I’ll be destroyed;

/

I look back and I look forward

Every day as I keep making

Little steps away from the chance

Of returning home

/

Because I must see the end

Of this long road

To know the reason why

It had to be walked