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.