Guts and Glory at 29
I thought my twenties ending wouldFeel like a lost ship reaching shore,
Its hull digging into the sand,
The weightlessness of sea giving
Way to the gravity of land.
Instead, my ship still floats
On open sea, it hasn’t moored
Since the day I set sail.
I’ve even lost my sails.
My rudder too.
I go wherever the wind takes
My vessel to, regardless of
The path because there is no path,
Just cutting waves and empty sky
With not a star to navigate
Or tell time by and I’m so sure
I’ll soon be swallowed up.
I see the ocean’s jaws open
From time to time.
I see the broken bodies of
Other ships under it.
The ocean licks its lips.
I’ve no way back and no way home,
Onward’s the only way to go,
Under I know I’ll soon be led,
The only end is when I’m dead.
Yes.
I flail, I float, I live, I go.
So, this is not the end.
This is not the end.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2026-03-07 at 17:04
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