“slave to my memories”

life…
like a wave it throttles me!
i am the buried ash and smoke of dark memories.
the rain and wind threaten to sink my precarious vessel.
i am the rudderless ship,
but the tears don’t come.
all that seems left,
a sun-broken, parched, well of arabia.

if i land on foreign shores i may not be found,
lost in the dwindling light of wreck and bones,
i know not where i have been.
there is no vision from the bottomless wave.
i know not the place of soft soles resting.
but it is all that i wish for…
a silent awakening to the light of freedom.

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