Dead in the water


When we first met, our souls found one another
like fire discovering its purpose in the flame.
What began in uncertainty became long conversations,
shared moments, and growing affection.
Your heart arrived before mine,
while mine was still learning the rhythm of forever.

Yet the tides carried more storms than peace.
Trust was questioned, dedication was tested,
and every wave seemed to bring another argument
instead of another reason to stay.

The gentle breeze God sent to calm our spirits
often passed unnoticed,
while the ocean kept reminding us
that no ship reaches its destination
without two hands committed to the same compass.

I prayed for an everlasting covenant,
a home where love echoed louder than conflict,
where your children and mine
would stand beneath Heaven’s grace
as one family, rooted in faith and nourished by God.

But your heart searched distant shores,
believing freedom was found in traveling away,
while mine believed peace was found
in building something worth coming home to.

The patterns of yesterday still whispered around you,
while I longed to break every chain
and write a different legacy—
one of faith, forgiveness, loyalty, and love.

Still, I thank God for the season we shared.
For every sunrise over calm waters,
every breeze that carried hope,
and every lesson Heaven gently placed upon my heart.

Some journeys are not meant to reach the same shore.
Some ships drift until they quietly become
dead in the water.

And though my heart mourned what could have been,
I thank Heaven that my children never anchored themselves
to a future that was never meant to be.

May the winds of God’s grace carry us both
to the shores we were truly created to find,
where love is no longer questioned,
faith is no longer divided,
and peace finally becomes the tide that never leaves.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Smith nee Howarth Avatar
July 24, 2026 at 6:11 PM
Beautiful portrayal of love's message heard and believed.
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