after all the bendito’s were said
i was then left in the solemn
chipped baby-blue painted room
that had a small painting hung up
alone
on a small string only with the support of a rusty nail.

hung up
the image had a small boat on a
vast blue sea which evoked a feeling of
an adventurous spirit and hopefulness in the
unknown..
which was soon fizzled out after remembering my surroundings..

i got up out the chair and grazed my small fingertips over the engraved designs of the wooden border..
i then delicately brushed the dusted canvas..

and i realized
that the tiny man on that boat will find his destination some day
however
i may not ever find my own.