Thoughts Made to Sound Pretty

Shipwreck

I can never get my hopes too high

In case I am denied in the end.

It is as risky as stearing a ship into a storm

The winds billow and blow

Yet the mast holds strong,

For now.

One never knows how strong the winds might get

Or how rough the waves will hit

So we must do nothing but hold on tightly

And hope for a positive outcome.

But with every creak of wood,

Every argument made by the opposing force,

We are reminded of the possibility

That we will crash and burn

And be forced so simply retreat

before anymore damage can be done. 

All of our work

All of that hope ―

For nothing but failure.

Because I coudln't stick it out to the end. 

Because I am too afraid to go down with this ship.