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
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
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.
