Lately in my dreams,
I’ve found myself on a boat.
Sometimes I mysteriously float
Along a current I don’t recognize,
Aimlessly caught in a cyclical current.
Sometimes I realize I’m riding
On the back of the wrong ship
As I watch others hoist sails
And feel the pressure of the wind
Force me to bow down to what I can’t control.
But worst of all is when I find
My vessel is taking on water.
For, I stair immobile and unable
To fix the crack I know is letting the water in.
And I wait– almost patiently–
To be awakened, to see that I am in fact still dry.
Yet my heart yearns to no longer be full,
My mind wishes to lighten its load.
And my muscles ask for a break.
Telling me if I don’t slow down
I might end up lost, in the wrong place,
Or I might just sink.
–Written by Sandy Heights