impossible ships
i am a midget ship with sails
made of paper, masts
made of toothpicks, ropes
finer than a sewing thread,
too feeble to fare in the vast, blue oceans
where galleons once voyaged
and where yachts are now cruising,
because a bottle of wine harbors me
within its cold, heartless walls
which seem to grow thicker like a fog
every time i dream to sail.
all the big boats drifting freely
across the seas,
even the ones just anchored
by the docks,
seem to taunt me for being anchored
in dry, desolate waters---
they laugh at my inability to navigate
and at my fragile ropes and masts.
i dream of ways to turn to shards
these walls that have been keeping me in;
and if i do break these obstacles
keeping me from reaching my dream of
my sails embracing the winds,
my hull crashing into white waves,
and i, embarking on a journey around the world,
will
set sail.
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dedicated to voyageur because the beauty of her words make me cry. :')
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Poésie❝she captured too many stars on her head that some of them spilled and fell into her palms and stained them.❞