Boats

My life is a boat Details obscured In dark waters Language too complicated to wrap your head around Calculations made to sail away From any conversation My words are the hull of this ship My brain the captain Keeping me afloat Until I sink The metal bowels break Plunging me into the depths below My mind is still not understood By me or my therapist I do mental gymnastics Trying to center my navigational system Blessed are the ones Who can comprehend why they are upset Who has the power of Jesus to calm their inner storms When I feel the winds starting to pull my sails in another direction, I cry When I cry, Tears run over the deck Making it too slippery and unstable to stand on I can't take down the sails And anchor myself My head is barely above water I'm treading emptiness while I believe I'm swimming My boat is sinking