I work the rigging and draw the sails
on a life that rarely catches wind.
Blisters on my hands,
splinters in my soul—
I navigate uncharted waters
to reach a land unknown.

I gnaw on hardtack;
it feeds but never fills.
Each night I look into the deep,
unafraid it might pull me in.
Cannonball strapped to my leg,
should I ever let it.
Carry me anywhere
but this wretched boat.

The sea is life.
Life is unruly.
Of all the battles I’ve fought,
none as unwinnable
as you.

I retreat to my quarters,
seeking rest.
Dawn tosses silver on my soul,
jolting me awake.