It’s All I Got To Hold Onto

I was recently thinking (praying) if there was ever hope for a lost love returning; if someone who has fallen out of love can ever fall back in.

Ruminating on this

Sure, there is hope

But sometimes it functions like and anchor

It keeps you stuck,

Fighting the current, battling the waves

It keeps you perched in your crow’s nest searching for a horizon you will never reach,

It keeps your stomach sick from a storm you never let yourself leave. 

Maybe that’s why you don’t care if you ever did. I’m out here playing sailor while you pulled up anchor, jumped off your boat and headed as far inland as possible. 

Leaving this silly pirate wannabe to sink and rot in the Deep of his own creation. Throw a rope out if you could? If you ever seek the shore again. I’ll be here drowning in the meantime, no rush.