I am blessed, but I am the home maker to a cursed body.
Draw deep your breath and fix your gaze on the horizon ahead.
Look not to the wake, for it doesn’t matter where you are now.
My dear captain, where are we going?!
I will drift until I kiss with fury the rocks I wish to make my home.
But what if I continue to drift in the vast unknown?
What if I am never meant to reach the shore, only view it afar?
Will existence confirmed by my eyes be enough to satisfy my hands?
If I never feel the sand between my toes, will I happily live with splinters in my soles?
Will I find joy in the knowledge of my place amongst the sea?
My dear God, I am no sailor!


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