fighting not to spill everything
into the bottomless sea
wavering side to side trying to hold everything steady
had it wished that it had aleast one passenger instead of many
perhaps it would be easier to sway itself between the rising waves
or had it wished to be anchored
and had not longed to sail?
and wonder the deep seas?

but it was too late

faced with the threat of being wrecked by an unending storm
In the middle of the sea
With the shore out of reach
the path so bleak

The boat had to figure out
how to stay afloat and not sink

for a moment for a split second
before Christ became the ray of light,
the silver lining,
the rope that pulled it to shore
the hope that was fading from the boat
I can't help but wonder
when the tides seems stronger
and the odds stood against the boat
was there a moment
a second where the boat saw its life flash across its eyes?
a point whereby the boat had given up?

because in the boat I at times see my reflection.
when the tides of life seem not to be in my favour.
and fear of sinking creeps in.
I think of the boat.



lejuliet_m

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