Boatmaster (Scrawl)

Sliding to my knees, unable to entertain the thought of letting go. 

How can I? When you’re a welcome dock — proud and sturdy against the volatile waves. And I’m just another broken ship, barely able to moor after suffering another endless journey.

Don’t turn me away.


4 thoughts on “Boatmaster (Scrawl)

  1. Excellent. This leaves a lot to think of..

    Above the waves of emotion– the coming back and fort of will, and the sudden crash of fear, should the broken ship dock or turn away? It is the boat master who has the final say.

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