i was set to sail the seven seas

travel to the unknown

the lightness of a breeze

interlacing my tangles with ease

you were meant to be the tide

a push and pull of unforgiving depths

meant to collide

the sea held mystery vast and powerful

knowledgeable and masterful

the sea when lost can veer

become vengeful

selfish and doubtful

the sea knows how to sink a ship

water must fill in every crevice

it must drown

must suffocate all the life she’s willing to give

fill to the brim and she will

go

down

i knew the sea was to blame for my ship breaking ground.

me and my hundreds of planks all around

in every wreckage in every landing

i floated onward without finding

currents demanding

where would i end up?

where would i be?

it didn’t matter.

because i was free.

far away from salty whistles and tides

i ventured to greenery to live and love

to survive

but on those starry clear nights

i would think of the sea.

i kept a secret compartment

i kept a small piece of sacredness

from that darkness

unscathed and unmarked

a piece where the ship met the sea

a piece from the voyage

because i know what it meant

a piece of debris

something nobody can

take away from me.