Little Boat
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Precarious atop this pillar
Though joy our natural state is preached
I struggle not to fall back
Into the sea of negativity
Years daily dowsed with suffering
In a house of eggshell carpets
Until its familiarity no longer fit
I gave myself permission to embark
My meagerness in a little boat
I sailed to even stormier seas
There seagulls heckled and
Dark shadows circled waiting
Never alone I had my amulets
My quill and fairy dust
Precious beans and agates
And my vial of sweet poison
When hard rains pelted and
Lightening charred my tiny vessel
I pulled them close and waited
For the blackest cloud to pass
Now on unfamiliar dry ground
I fail to find my balance
And watch you flail in what
Were my waters
I would trade my pillar for your boat
If I knew the course
For here you would sit in comfort
And at sailing I'm adept