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
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