Voyage

We all believe ourselves to be captains,

Valiant commanders,

Navigating each of our own majestic ships,

Yet since the onset of our voyage we find ourselves screaming to the heavens,

Begging for recognition

For the tumultuous waters

And threatening storms

That we have not only traversed,

But outlasted and survived

 

All the while we are blind to the fact

That our feet stand upon the same rotting planks of wood,

And if we cannot see beyond the heavy fogs that divide us,

We will surely run our shared vessel,

Our very gift of existence,

Into the depths of a graveyard

That lies hidden within the blackened sea beneath us

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