The Rocking Boat

I thought about you last night in that rocking boat. Trying to stay afloat in a storm of emotional blackmail.
Unable to escape the waves of uncertainty, longing for calm seas. For land.

You were never a boat person.

I hope one day you can leave that ship without feeling like you’ve abandoned it. But for now the captain has you out at sea, scrubbing the decks and patching the sails, all the while laughing, and throwing buckets of his fetid guilt at you.
One day you’ll step ashore and no longer be tied to that ship and its commander. I think then that your wings will sprout, and you’ll fly like the angel you are.


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