Ode to Stress
Drowning, the faded blue on the worn wood
Scattered throughout the ocean so dark.
A once bright ship that thought it could
Only expand upon its new bark.
Set sail from a shining gold land
Traveling through waters so steady
‘Till the waves made her miss the sand
And question, “Was I ready?”
Rising higher than she could believe
Began spinning out of control.
Felt the bolts and now worn wood cleave
Screams engulfing her whole.
Swallowed, parts of her left unseen
Gave in to the pressure of the dark waves.
Still, other parts that were once so keen
Floated helplessly as the water’s slaves.
Yet, the faded blue may turn up once more
Apart, then together, to face the force.
Move through the waves to a new gold shore
As this was the ship’s destined course.
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