Here be Monsters - 9/20/24

 Here be Monsters


Alone in the darkness
lashed by waves
my ship lay splinted on the shoals of despair
pulled out to sea by tides and tears

The cataclysm of lost love tears the world in two
as heaven explodes
with talons of air rending the seas
breathing water instead of air
at last I find solace in the dark abyss

Only to wake on the shores of a new land
a land promising a future and a forgotten past
yet the peace and apathy of the lotus tree
leaves me empty and incomplete

So I begin building a new ship
to sail the seas once more
built strong from my bones and chalked tight with my sinew
sails woven of memories and hope

At last I'm ready
I name my ship as a named her once before
My Heart
setting sail from lands of safety
following the sirens' song
the map I follow proclaiming 'Here be Monsters'

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