Ship

Ship

A ship
It floats  with no passenger.
A ship
It swims in no direction.
A ship
It can never turn back to the shore.
A ship
Don’t know if it can go anymore.

The ship
That had once fought off  giant waves.
The ship
Doesn’t know now what path to tread.
The ship
Has leaks and thus suffers.
The ship
Still sails, but may soon submerge.

My ship
It trembles as it goes forth.
My ship
Hesitates if it can cross.
My ship
Gets deeper every time water gets inside.
My ship
Might sink soon and die.

Oh wait!
I see no one behind the wheel.
I see no skipper in command.
Does this mean I man my ship?
Yes it does. Now I take the stand.

I am the ship.
COME ABOUT!
I shall steer through the tempest.
I am the ship.
HAUL THE WIND!
The sails will withstand the gale.
I am the ship.
BLIMEY!
See me drift through the storm.
I am the ship.
AHOY!
I wrestled my way past the squalls.

 

Can I be the moon?

Can I be the moon?

Can I be the moon?
All eyes looking at me.
Comparing their beauty to mine.
Thinking how I am lonely.
Lonely in the sky,
still shining bright
at almost all nights.
Appreciating my reflect.
Ignoring my flecks.
You wonder how beautiful am I,
Only because you cannot see the other side.

But what if you see me as a whole?
Would you love me more?
Or you’ll feel betrayed?
For I keep a cover over a part of myself.
And it’s something I cannot change.
You’ll always see the part which lights.
And would always wonder about the part I hide.
You love the betraying moon.
Yes, I know you do.
But what if I be the moon,
would you love me too?

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