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Shipwrecks
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Society We are all shipwrecks,
splintered wood
washed up on shore.
We are barely afloat,
sinking boats just
going through the motions.
Our sails have lost direction;
the winds changed our course
and we cannot find true north.
Our anchors cannot take hold
of something stable
as we skim the ocean bottom.
The waves they beat against us
and shifted our outlook
until they made us seasick.
We’ve run aground
on these rocky coasts,
stranded like loose threads.
We gather them together
like a quilt of our scars
to make a flag to hang on ropes.
We are all shipwrecks,
shells of ourselves
washing up on the beach.
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We are all shipwrecks,
splintered wood
washed up on shore.
We are barely afloat,
sinking boats just
going through the motions.
Our sails have lost direction;
the winds changed our course,
and we cannot find true north.
Our anchors cannot take hold
of something stable
as we skim the ocean bottom.
The waves beat against us
and shifted our outlook
until they made us seasick.
We’ve run aground
on these rocky coasts,
stranded like loose threads.
We gather them together
like a quilt of our scars
to make a flag to hang above us.
We are all shipwrecks,
shells of ourselves
washing up on the beach.
Beautiful poem!
I especially like the last three verses. Good job :)
This life is the "once upon a time" kind of fairy tale that will sold to the masses 2000 years after it ends