#treasurechest
He lives in days
I live in decades
His world in constant change
My world struggles to be sane
The master of his ship
Unbothered by the sea
I am the waves, the current
All the chaos underneath
How incompatible are we
Only now I've come to see
He was made for adventure
But he was not made for me
He can tolerate the harshness
He can understand my depth
But tolerance is still not love
Or else he wouldn't have left
Our paces are mismatched
They cannot intertwine
How do I catch up to him
If his pace outruns mine
His seconds are my moments
So little that he forgets
Locked beneath my trenches
Like a buried treasure chest
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
i was a chest of treasures
and you opened me up and unpacked all the drawers
you took out the stories
you admired the knick knacks with fervent curiosity
and unveiled long-forgotten images of times past.
you showed your friends
and you called your mother to tell her what you found inside
"marvelous things"
that's what you called them.
you told people on the street about your treasure chest.
some thought you were crazy, but you didn't care.
you kept that treasure chest close
you were fond of it and opened it often
and you believed with the strongest conviction that it would continue to surprise you.
you appreciated its exterior, with its warped wood and rusted metal,
and how even covered in scratches it functioned as a vessel for something good.
when others found treasure chests too,
you didn't bat an eye.
because your treasure chest was trusted, strong and always by your side.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC