You are in control.
Control of your own vessel.
You hoist the main sails.
You batten down the hatches.
The wind carries you.
The ocean's currents strike true.
The helm is damaged.
The sails take a plundering.
You are stuck at sea.
Your ship takes a complete halt.
You are lost in life.
The port is barely in sight.
The destination.
You were so close to your goal.
It was your life's goal.
Now you will have to deter.
Improvise a plan.
Fix the ship or build a raft.
Or just stay and pray.
Live out your days on your "ship."
You don't have many.
YOU ARE READING
Stale Words
Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
