What is friendship
If not sewing our mouths together
In order to stop the flowing of words that would flood around you?
What is friendship
If it isn't a blood bond that swears loyalty to no end?
For a ship sailing at sea
One must put up your anchors and drift
Steering clear from the others so you don't crash
And while the ocean bites coldly at you
Spraying you with its salt,
And nipping at you with the wind,
It is home to you, and you keep going.
Is it a sin to get lonely,
Amidst nothing but a horizon that seems farther and farther away
Every time you sail towards it?
Is it bad to second guess yourself when you are this close
To seeing something,
Or feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin
After feeling nothing but cold?
Yet still, the waves try to catch you off guard, and drag you down to the deep
But still, you keep going.
Like the most beautiful sight you have ever seen
A marina comes into your vision.
And you anchor yourself to the ocean floor at the docks
So you do not drift away and to keep as a reminder you won't be staying long.
It's nice here, you think
Welcoming.
And as you are conversing with a friendly face after a long journey
A sad thought lingers in your mind
You can stay here, in this place
A happy place where you feel safe,
But that means you will never get to where you want
In the allotted time.
Friends
A sour word
A word associated with bitterness because of the chronic lack there of.
Or because your cumbersome mind forces you to leave so you don't get comfortable.
So you bring up your anchor and steer away
But as you say goodbye, you venture on, even when you don't know where to.
And you can look back with disdain
You will stare at yourself
Cheeks drenched and eyes full of regret in the mirror,
Because you will ask yourself if you had enough cause to leave them.
Yet in the end it will always be enough,
Because you are your own anchor and you decide when you will come and leave.
In the end all we are,
Are vessels floating in the ocean as we look for something more
But why do we not realize that we ourselves are enough?
So what is friendship,
If we do not part ways and move on?
What is it
If we don't sail away and look back remembering the good times and the bad
Knowing they will never be how they were ever again?
Why must we capture our most beloved memories in a bottle
And throw them to the waves
Thinking someone eventually will look and see it how you saw it
When no one ever will and
When it will only slowly swim to the rocks
Crashing, and the memory dies nearly as fast as it was made.
To you, at least.
So when you throw your memory filled bottles to the ocean
All they become is beach glass
Which one day, will sit in pretty little jars in living rooms.
And the guest will exclaim, " Oh! Where did you find this one?"
And all they can say is that they found it on a beach.
So I'm sorry to say
But everything around you is scarily temporary and will fade with time.
And sometimes, you will have to force yourself to move on.
Such is life
And such is the anchor you must be free of.
