A breeze of non-belonging
guiding her sails
to a destination
which has no map
The wood creaks
as the ship ages
middle of the ocean
a broken compass
no hint of salvation
with each new storm
her hope fades
with the worn sail
a hit of rejection
a taste of loss
a continuous reminder
of that old familiar pain
now all she does is watch
trusting that the ocean’s currents
will carry the ship to an island
where life will be waiting
A feeling of non-belonging.