constellations

impossible ships

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. :')