Weary Sailor
It's not your fault I'm afraid of the sea
Even though I ache for the open air and the salty breeze
I haven't escaped the shipwrecks on the shore
Some never had the chance to sail
Some sunk to the bottom of the ocean, only resurfaced by my regrets
One burned and nearly took me down with it
The last one was abandoned mid-course
Each time I find myself returning to this same shore
Maybe the waves will direct me to where I need to go
If you and I
could build a boat
This poem is about:
Me