Dear Me;

 

RE: Let Loose Your Sail

 

Life is simple, yes - it is quick

Time moves fast and starts to slip

Slip through our fingers

Whether calloused or soft

Our struggles can't be measured as the scale always tips

One side to the next

A vessel - a sinking ship

 

Provided for and thought of 

with hearts that were warm

But troubled were the minds that turned that warmth into flame

To inhale is to expire

The mold is always there

from those who sought to protect the one they found so fair

 

They age in silver, tarnished, yet displayed

They are beautiful - yet are dismayed

One has shattered;

the other has cracked

The vessel is sinking into the coral blue hues

Sinking faster - bleeding out

An unpatched wound

 

Slip into the calm chaos of the improper malevolent sea

Promise to see the surfaces seams'

Seems to tug at the eyes

A tide of unforgiving lies

 

But that ship that does sink

And yes it falls quick --

Is one of many meant to falter

 

And here mine floats