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I'm Not Afraid of Storms for I'm Learning to Sail My Ship. (Sailor)

from Judge Us by How we Lived Our Lives not by How we Made our Living. by Sleep Bellum Sonno

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I saw you at the rock
as the rope slipped through your fingers.
We sailed loose from the mooring.
The dock, broke beneath our feet,
which had held up for more than seven years.
But on the shore, the flames rose higher and higher
and the tide sank back to its sea.
“Remember Me,”
Washed up in a bottle,
“Was every kiss you gave to me a lie?”

Come on, Soldier, life is just a game
and in the battlefield there is no winner.
There are two boys, back home
who already think you’re a hero.
If there’s one thing you taught me,
it’s that strength of mind
never came from fighting so long.

You are the Fire.
I am the Sea.
Sky fell. Panic. Waves swell. Starboard.
Reach out your hand. I’m swallowing water.
Man overboard. His swaying arms.
His hopes are high but he’s just getting tired.
Look towards the harbor for the light in the distance,
But the old man left home,
there’s no one in the lighthouse
to help me through, to lead me to shore.

He starts to feel intrigued by the darkness of the water.
Each failing breath is a stone skipping shorter.
“My will is gone.”
“No I must go on.”
“Wait on the Land.”
“Just tread some time longer.”

There’s a young writer who clings to the sails
He’s waiting to hear
what has you so caught up on this
He fixes his eyes onto yours.
Your heavy breathing becomes a song.
There’s an old sailor who’s frail to the bone
but, although he’s weak, he shouldered the mast.
He taught you what real strength is.

We sway away from safety.

In pain he choked, “If there just was more time
I would show you what a mistake you were making.”
He said, “down the coast the fog just grows thicker,
but you could stop the boat
if you would just drop the anchor.”
Then writer wrote one line over and over,
and let it float. Bottled up it read...
“Goodbye.”

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