Heart stop churning
Stop
Opening with renewed redness.
Oh, to not suffer the disease
Of caring in vain.
It's like watching a ship
Float off-
The currents aren't bringing it to me.
My cries don't matter
The wind soon erases them.
Why doesn 't the boat
Fight to come to its dock
Where it snugly fits
And will be cared for?
Why does it go out there
To rattle and be lost?
It is I-
My thoughts
That are causing all this.
My ideas of what is good for the boat­
Its comfort.
To accept and be glad
It is out there and not here­
THAT is the solution.