Seas of the Inner Mind

Salty and starving in my crumbling coffin,

Holding to fears I think of often

Am I worthy or am I worthless?

I can never decide— I digress.

I have left my steps etched in snow.

As easily as they come, they also go.

I feel my existence is often the same,

Fading away in blizzarding shame.

Some days I feel strong as an iceberg,

Sinking ships as the sea’s belly burps.

Other days I am on the ships as they sink—

The belch of drowning is different beneath.

I crave the hard stability of land,

And the heat of summer beaches’ sand.

However, with no map to guide me home,

I sail this haunted ship alone.

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