Hands on Deck

To sulk in malcontent

Is like shifting through pages to find a passage of relevance

While writing on parchment

Relieves the soul from the confinements of darkness

Where these acts converge

There exists a creative edge

Proclaimed by a self worth

You are the captain of this voyage

To a world that connects emotion with vision, passion with image

It’s a self medicated fiction prescribed to heal mental strains

Relinquishing forlorn tensions in hopes that you may feel free again

This entry was published on December 21, 2016 at 4:17 am and is filed under nautical, Poetry, sailing. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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